Of all the moments that sparkle in my life, this one is unexpected and yet the dearest. Tomorrow we bury my father. My mother, sister, brother and I greet the visitors for the ritual viewing. Some people we know and some we don’t. Even so, each one has something to share–a story, a tiny piece of my father that I didn’t know. Each one smiles, some cry . . . but everyone smiles. He taught me. He pestered me to come to class. He encouraged me to race faster than I thought I could. He helped me. I’ve always loved my father, but I’ve never been prouder.
With this writing capturing a memory of ten years ago, I’m taking part in the ‘My Most Beautiful Thing’ blogsplash today. Will you join me?Visit dVerse — a beautiful place to read poetry. Thank you, Margo.