Sunday, December 29, 2013

the tree by the lake

for years before my dad flew away, he used to sit on a bench near this tree . . . there's times i wish i could sit on that bench and tell him how amazing my life is . . . and have him know the people i know and love and who love me. and i wish i could have him sleepover in my home and know who i am as a person and so much more . . . but it's okay because he believed he would come back where his soul's work needed him to be . . . so i bet he's there right now . . . doin' good and having fun and being a crazy ass eccentric with a wickedgood hug ., . .

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