I wrote “He (God) gives us all gifts to cherish. moments that are ours alone. memories. snapshots of time well spent.” in a post honoring my Dad in December of 2015. I was reminded of it today as i sat down to the prompt:capture.
Read the rest here: AND WE SPEAK.
I miss him every day.
When I see a hunched, old man walking in a store.
When I smell cigarette smoke.
When I drive by his church.
When I rub oil into my forearm that bares his memorial.
When his HEAVEN BIRTHday comes and goes.
My man and I laughed about Dad’s antics today. About my memories of him…
And I miss him.
“Snapshots of time well spent” keep him so very real in my mind. And in my heart.