Thanksgiving 2014

I miss him, my Dad, especially when the remembrance envelops and overwhelms me as it does this evening and surprises me with its power, seeming to come out of nowhere.  But, that is how it is now, unexpected, heartwrenching.  The first time he faltered was the last time, and as the chronometer of his days began to tick off towards the end, it measured precisely six weeks, 42 days of hope that concluded with all that love having nowhere to go, so it turned on itself, inward, and left an unfillable hole.  

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