Getting to Dad’s memorial involved two long drives and two flights. One of the flights was delayed an hour and despite my meticulous planning, I arrived 10 minutes late to the service. But they waited for me. And when I entered the church, the looks from mourners were a mix of sympathy and WTF.
Their voices never leave us. Their commentary visits, unbidden, in good times & bad, happy & sad... & it never loses its poignancy. 🙏❤
Great stuff. Wish I'd met him.
Lovely 🥰
Beautiful
Magic