Thursday, March 20, 2008
Today is my father's birthday. It's a little more than a year since he almost literally 'shed this mortal coil' or more realistically 'toil' in his case. Although I still miss him, I know it was a release and a relief for him to finally be able to go walkabouts, AWOL or whatever else is an appropriate way of saying he was liberated from the confines of his body.
So my dearest papa, I hope you're enjoying life up there with the angels, testing the clouds for comfort. Still, I hope you aren't giving them too hard a time. I'll take a bet, though, that you are going round picking up stray feathers from their wings and putting them neatly in little boxes - just in case they might come in useful later on in eternity.
Down here, I'm remembering it is your birthday and thinking of you. You were and are the best Dad a girl could ever have had. Thank you.