Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Love you Dad. I see you young and strong again amongst the many lush dwarf fruit trees on a path full of dense flowers of every kind unimaginable, with your dog by your side. You have fixated with sheer joy onto all of the new varieties. There is a warm fire waiting for you inside the house of God and a cozy chair for you to sit in, with a snack of fresh fruits and vegetables, as God calls you to come on in. I will feel you as I plant my garden each year and let my tears water it like rain. I know I will see you again. Peace be with you. June
