dad

Date: 8/28/2017

It seemed to be late in the day, no sunlight, maybe twilight. we were standing in the front of my old home. black Gates on either side of us. he was happy, looking youthful. he was holding something. it was a photograph in his hands. he smiled as he showed it to me. I was looking at him smile and then looked down to the picture. the picture was of him, he had the same smile I just looked down from. it was a candid blissfully happy smile. a smile that always seemed to upset me. but here in this moment I felt joy in my heart. I felt happy and proud. he is my dad and I love him I thought. end.