Twenty nine years since my father died. His secretary messaged me today with love. That’s the measure of the man that his employee remembers the day, remembers how many years..
I spent some time in his old rocking chair this afternoon. Soaked up a little sun coming through the back doors, the big cat doing her purring on the post next to me.
My father was god in my little world. I don’t think anything else needs to be said. 🙂 I wish my children had spent time wrapped up in his hugs and felt the strength and wisdom, safety and love of his inner circle.