The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Monday, March 18, 2019

My dad and me in probably 1961. 
He's been gone for 39 years now. 
He would be completely mystified by the changes in the world made since then. 
He sure would be proud of his grandkids. 
I've never know anyone with lighter blue eyes than my dad. 
I liked that he played his guitar and sang to us before bedtime when I was that age. 
He'd be about thirty in this picture.

It's weird to me that I am the last person of his who is still alive to remember my dad.

2 comments:

downeyseven said...

Beautiful.

GretchenJoanna said...

I'm sorry he had to go so soon. May his memory be eternal!