I miss you. The great void in my sky that your falling like a mighty oak left is still just as void and just as blue. Your presence with me was so great, like breath that I often breathed deeply…but without notice. You molded and made me, always the example of right, and how to live right, that was both a blessing and a goad. Now my old self even looks just like you, walks with your gait, thinks on life like you lived, Your God has become my God, and your home with him will eventually be mine. Those soft and real memories made when my mind, heart, and soul were so sincerely absorbent are still so real to me, you living in front of me, like a best seller of the one thing I still have, the Christ in you you sowed into me. Thanks, Dad. I miss you. Until we meet again!!!
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| Dad on top of Big Rock Mountain, where he taught me to see God in everything. |
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