The wind blew cool on my warm face as I sat looking out the car window with a still mind simply enjoying the suns caresses deep inside my being. Unexpectantly, tears fell swift and sharp just as I glimsped a stranger. A man standing on the side of the road waiting to cross the street. Something about him pulled my father’s image up out of my memory and his face was before mine clear as reality. I could almost hear his chuckle and see his soft, sea blue eyes above his friendly smile. As the image began to fade, I looked behind me through the back car window. It was too late. He was gone.
I miss you, Dad.
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Now that little post killed me..made me cry for my Dad…dammit.
Sorry…I have been missing my family and when I saw that man somehow he must have looked a little like my dad and it made it worse. It’s funny that things like that happen when you least expect it.
Such a lovely, sweet post.
oh the living far from home and loved ones…I am blinking tears, expats know the power of these words you wrote!
The same thing happened to me once when I saw a man who reminded me of my grandfather…Your post almost made me cry.