Whimsy 365: Day 172
My Dad was a bird watcher. He loved birds and when I’d see a different one, I’d call him, describe it to him and he’d look it up in his bird reference book. I miss that. I miss so much about him. His smile. His sense of humor. His love. His stories. His hugs and kisses. The way he’d rub his belly when he laughed. How his lip would quiver when he’d be telling a fib. His calm, patient nature.
I hold on to the promise that I’ll see him again some day. And for that I am thankful.
Blessings,
Teresa
{ 0 comments… add one now }