Years ago, my taught me that the sight of a cardinal was a visit from a loved one who had passed; a sign that all was well in the great beyond. When I saw this cardinal on the fencepost in my yard a few weeks ago, I was glad.
Tomorrow will be a year since my Dad’s passing. I miss him. I miss his voice on the phone; I miss his to-the-point e-mails; I miss his jokes and his laugh. It’s hard to believe that we’ve been a full season of life without him in this world. I can hear his political commentary in my mind, see him in my growing plants and garden plans, think of his outsized joy in his grandsons. I remember him by telling stories about him or using a patented dad-phrase. It’s not enough - it never will be - but the memories are of a man who loved and was loved; who had a good life. That’s happy.
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