not all who wander are lost.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Fathers Day

dad and me
Well I made it through Fathers Day without crying. My throat my tight and my heart was heavy, but every time that I thought about him I couldn't help but to smile. I found it difficult to fit any sadness into my heart when it was already filled with so many great memories and so much love. When I was looking through pictures I got a bit choked up on photos from the years right before he got sick...the ones from my childhood seem so long ago and the most recent when he's so sick are what I most remember right now--- but it's the photos of when he was healthy, when I was between the ages of 14 and 22 that really got to me. Goddamn, he was fun! The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying has truly given me peace of mind...I'm not sure how well I'd be handling this all without it. So Dad, I love you- and I miss your physical presence, but I still feel you in my heart. Happy Fathers Day.

Everything she sees
she says she wants.
Everything she wants
I see she gets.

That's my daughter in the water
everything she owns I bought her
Everything she owns.
That's my daughter in the water,
everything she knows I taught her.
Everything she knows.

Everything I say
she takes to heart.
Everything she takes
she takes apart.

That's my daughter in the water
every time she fell I caught her.
Every time she fell.
That's my daughter in the water,
I lost every time I fought her.
Yea, I lost every time.

Every time she blinks
she strikes somebody blind.
Everything she thinks
blows her tiny mind.
That's my daughter in the water,
who'd have ever thought her?
Who'd have ever thought?
That's my daughter in the water,
I lost everytime I fought her
Yea, I lost every time.

Loudon Wainwright III's song "Daughter"

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