I feel my dad when I'm pensive, when I wash my hard-working hands, when I see a crooked tree clinging for life on a rockface. I sense his presence when a dragonfly or kingfisher passes on by. I can still smell his honest sweat, a sweet smell of toil & a job well done. I love him.
@ATXJane Thanks a lot ❤️
@EdgeOErin
So lovely that he lives in you and shares presence with you at meaningful moments.