My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Out the Kitchen Window
The view outside the kitchen window called to me as I was breading this morning. It hardly looks like fall, though it definitely feels that way. I wonder what it will feel like in Montana next week. I'm thinking layers in terms of what I pack.
I hope your trip to Montana goes well. Obviously, it won't bring your Dad back, but I hope you find it healing. To be honest, I don't really know what to say because I can't imagine being in your shoes. I think I've still got that "my parents will live forever" belief ingrained in me. But know that I've been thinking of you so very often, hoping that this trip will be a good one, and hoping that the smiles and laughter of memories will help balance out the pain of missing him.
I love hearing all about you and your Dad--your words not only radiate love, but the specialness of your relationship shines through.
That's quite the beautiful view there.
ReplyDeleteI hope your trip to Montana goes well. Obviously, it won't bring your Dad back, but I hope you find it healing. To be honest, I don't really know what to say because I can't imagine being in your shoes. I think I've still got that "my parents will live forever" belief ingrained in me. But know that I've been thinking of you so very often, hoping that this trip will be a good one, and hoping that the smiles and laughter of memories will help balance out the pain of missing him.
I love hearing all about you and your Dad--your words not only radiate love, but the specialness of your relationship shines through.
Many, many, many hugs. Love you!