You’ve been on my mind today, Dad. Twenty-nine years ago we laid you to rest with a prayer. it was too early. Our kids were so young we hadn’t yet experienced parenting except for sleeplessness and diapers.
We now know the agony and joys.
Mom shared her gift of unconditional love, but you trump with your impatient insistence on decency and self-worth.
I love you both and thank you everyday.
From your daughter, with amore.
nonnaswanderings 