Faces

It’s a strange thing to me: being an age that I remember my parents being… and remembering being the age my children are… This month marks ten years ago when my daddy died… I see his face so definite in mine; it really makes me miss him, and even more… I wonder what could have been… I wish I knew him better…. regretting the many seasons I wished I didn’t know him at all… I just wish I had known… I wish I knew…

January 2015

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