Dad

My Dad died June 25th, this past weekend we went over to his home and sifted through his belongings. It was a bit strange and evoked many memories. Finding some of his belongings that had special meaning to them was fun but also sad. Looking through old photos it was like living my life over again in those brief moments when I was flipping from photo to photo. Finding some old cassettes of music and listening to them also solicited the same emotion. A life lived and remembered. He is gone but his legacy goes on. As I think of my Dad, who was not perfect as none of us are, and what he meant and means to me still, I cant imagine going through life without one. What must be the sorrow of an orphans heart.