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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