Hard to believe a year has passed since hearing his voice, listening to his quick wit.
Yesterday I felt sad, drained most of the day.
I went for long walks with the dogs, thinking often of my Father as I walked.
As I stopped at a few of my favorite places on our farm my eye caught something. Something tiny. Something delicate, beautiful. Something that for me had a message to it.
I felt my Father speaking to me.
I felt him say each time my eye happened upon these delicate tiny beautiful things.
" Be HAPPY "
|Blue Bird feathers|