A L O H A !
Dad always insisted
that he remembered
the first thing he ever saw:
"I was in my crib,
opened my eyes,
and saw a telephone pole
outside the window."
Appropriate for a city boy.
But we teased him
about the entire premise.
How could anyone have
a memory like that?
Now that Dad has passed on
by several winters, I find myself
perversely glad that he did not
have to live through a
world wide pandemic.
WWII was enough
global disruption
for any life.
His story?
Oh I believe it now.
Or perhaps
I just believe
the memory itself.
"Love leaves a memory
no one can steal."
A Headstone in Ireland
Thanks to a benevolent
arrangement of things,
the greater part of
life is sunshine.
Thomas Jefferson
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Each of You Brings
Your Own Meaning.
It is our privilege
to Greet You!
Cloudia & Pixie
Linking To
But finding one brings luck
All Day!
Little Things really
ARE the Big Things-
