Sunday, February 24, 2008

About Dad

Today would have been my dad's 80th birthday. Dear Daughter says she sees him from time to time--usually in the house where I grew up. She's curiously matter of fact about it, considering he died in the summer of 2006. But I don't doubt she really does see him. I don't understand how or why, but they loved each other immensely. If it comforts here to see her Papa opening the door and sitting in a chair, I'm okay with that.

I'd give a lot to see him again myself.


Marcia, Marcia, Marcia said...

Children do have the uncanny ability to not let the realities of everyday life and the stress it brings to constantly invade their precious minds. I wish I could still live in that world!

Mrs. G. said...

What a sweet tribute to your pop.

A Memphis blogger? I will be back and often.

I went to White Station High School. My grandparents spent their entire life in Raleigh.