It has actually been more than six days. More like two weeks. I am eager to end this road trip tomorrow night when I roll home around 2300 hours.
I am feeling a little melancholy today, as it is my dad's birthday. He would have been 72 years old. Even though he has been gone for some years now, and the pain of his passing has eased somewhat, I wish I could see him one more time. Sitting around talking politics, about the books we have been reading, drinking and talking and arguing late into the night. I wish I could hug him tightly, and tell him I love him, and to hear him tell me that he loves me, too.
I miss you, dad. And I love you.
Your son,
Jud
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