On a bright September afternoon, the warmth of not only the sun on my skin, yet words spoken.
Promises given.
A soft light chatter.
And you.
Days were numbered.
Words counted.
As if time stood still. And yesterday was now.
So much has filled the days. All good and fulfilling.
And still the grayness hovers.
I knelt in the wet grass and sought out some comfort. Long has it been since I have sat in this spot. Fifteen years to be exact.
I broke that promise today.
The reasons for not, are not just for promises.
For the reality comes.
Comes heavy.
"Do not kneel at my grave. Do not cry, for I am not there."
No you are not.
Compelled today, to seek this out. To touch the stone, to read the name.
To weep.
concrete.
A day of glee with the children, for the impending night of frolic is at hand. Which shall distract me.
Enough.
Ghosts and goblins all in their best. Behind the outward smile...a bit of tears to escape.
I wish to find the right...words. To put it all in it's place.
Dad...I miss you.
GVO October 31, 1930- October 27 1994
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Josephine
A background story I share: Remembering Spanky
