Valentine’s Day isn’t always about hearts, flowers, and sweethearts. It is, however, about love. As much as I look forward to this day, Valentine’s Day has held a sorrowful memory for me for a number of years now.
February 14, 1996 is the day my dad passed away. I hope my fellow bloggers and readers will indulge me as I travel down memory lane.
When a jet streaks across the sky
when the soft chords of a piano drift to the ear
when the sun sparkles on the water
when a snow-capped mountain peak reaches into the sky
when a thunder storm rages
when an old movie airs
when a child’s eyes light up in wonder at the magic of a Christmas tree
when a party is gathered
when the snow creaks underfoot
when the stars light up the sky
when the moon is full
when the ocean waves crash against the shore
when a highway stretches endlessly
I will remember you, for these are only a few of the many things you loved.
I see your smile in the beauty of a sunrise.
I feel your gentle hand on my shoulder in the caress of a summer breeze.
I lift my face to the snowflakes in winter, knowing you are sending them from the tips of your angel wings.
I draw on the strength and courage you had in your last days when I walk through the valley of despair and life’s trials become almost too burdensome to bear.
We spoke few words over the years with our lips, but we kept in touch with our hearts. For you and I, Dad, have been, we are today, and will always be forever close in spirit.
Love you, Dad!!!