Sitting on the front porch with my father's dog, Goldie, last evening we reminisced about Dad. You see it was his birthday. He would have been 83.
We hoped he was at peace and wanted him to know our love for him endures. We told him how much his life mattered to us and how we would have given anything to spend another birthday with him.
We didn't sit too long before we felt his presence and the sky lit up with his love.