“My father gave me the greatest gift
anyone could give another person, he believed in me.”
The sun crested the ridge this morning, then was swallowed up by the clouds.
Had my Dad lived, he would have turned 80 today. I miss him very much, of course.
But if you look closely at this photo of today's sky, the light that breaks through the clouds is shaped like a heart.
Love never dies. It lives on forever.