dear old dad

Dear old Dad,

You left this earth far too early, far too young. I hope your pride in me exceeded your disappointment. I think of you every day when I tend to my rhododendrons, when I eat my oatmeal and sometimes when I drink my coffee. I say the same things to Calvin that you said to me, like, "You know I love you, dontcha kid?" and "How many times do I have to tell you?!"

I love you and miss you and I know that your ashes, which I scattered on the side of a mountain in a glen of forget-me-nots and in the wind at the water's edge, are still reflecting the sun's light and warmth.


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