Lately I’ve been thinking about my Dad. He’s been gone over thirty-five years now, but he’s still with me. Maybe it’s because tomorrow my sister will be 50. Maybe it’s because Dad’s birthday was in December. I don’t know. I do know that yesterday on my way to Mass at Mt. Irenaeus a Christmas song came on the radio and it reminded me so much of Dad that I began to weep. His presence was so strong and it made me wish that I had just one more day with him. One more day to tell him how much I loved him and one more day to share all that has happened in the last thirty-five years.

Our parents and ancestors never die. We carry them with us always and sometimes they are closer than at other times. Yesterday was one of those times.

About Don Watkins

I'm a FOSS advocate, writer, educator, Python coder, Linux user, US Navy Veteran, Secular Franciscan, husband,father and grandfather. I blog about my life and experiences that give it meaning.
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