Ok Its time.
I know I know. I have spent alot of YEARS on this blog talking about my Dad. You have heard it all. Where are you? Do you miss me? Can you see us? Can you hear me talk to you? Did you hear all of us that day, those days? Does any of it matter now? Does any of it matter.. at all? There are days, moments, more than others that.. HIS life feels CLOSER, than others. Maybe LIFE isnt the right word, but Dads spirit, vibe, being, charm is right next to me. Could it be a memory or a smell that brings him so close to my sense of "DAD".? My son will dance a few steps, tap his foot and rub his belly, look at me... then smile. Not to subtract from Jack , but is that you Dad? Can jacks mannerisms that so bring you back to me, be you reminding me to remember you? While Tim and I sat in the audience last week while Alllie was nominated and received the honor of student ambassador, Could you hear me? I was talking to you, in my head, like a prayer. "Please...