It’s 28 years since my Dad died.
Yet, barely a day goes by without me remembering some saying of his or wondering what would he have made of the roller coaster of current events.
Each day, looking in the mirror, I resemble him more and more.
And, each day, I wish I could reach my hand out to hold his once more.
Until that day all I can do is remember him in my prayers, honour him in my actions and stumblingly capture him with my words.
So, for Fathers Day a Reblog of my tribute.
Fathers and Sons. Sons and Fathers. Sons carry their Father’s in their bloodstream, in their mannerisms and gestures and in the echoing halls of their memories.
No matter what you do in life, no matter how radically you roam from where you started you remain in some part of you (in more parts that…
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