What an amazing gift I had with my own father. Our relationship was not necessarily text book, but I learned so much from him and in his illness and passing, I learned the greatest lessons about his love, about my own ability to love. He helped mould me. I am lucky that the universe chose him to father me. Every early morning in Spring, can hear the Okanagan birds, smell the garden soil. If I squint my eyes, I can see him in the garden, turning soil. Readying for the rigors of gardening, readying the soil to spring forth with new beginnings. He was a grower of good things. He grew four children, all the while keeping an eye on the needs of his family before his own. My dad was a good man, a sower of seeds, a builder of home, where the heart is. I miss you Daddy.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 15:08:28 +0000
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