In my dream last night, Dad, you and I were walking across some grass and you put your hand out to the side to have me hold it. I did it reluctantly, thinking how dorky it was for a daughter to hold her dad's hand and that I was only doing it to indulge you because I knew that it would make you happy.
How I wish I had grabbed your hand every time when you were here to offer it.
Trying to take the advice scrawled across my coffee cup and "Love the moment"...
2 comments:
Even though you might not of grabed your dads hand, you must remember and know that I am sure he knew how much you loved him and he too loved you. Keep the knowing that he loved you in your heart.
Ahoi, loving your self-reflection blog. I've started up some nutty blog myself and was wondering if we can link-up. My blog is also self-reflection, except I vent it all out completely, like I said; nutty. As a sign of goodwill I added your link to my blog and would love it if you can add my link to your page. I am at http://notawaytolive.blogspot.com/ Cheers -John Bogusz
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