or Divinations of a Dustbowl Diva if you prefer
Oh, I so know what you mean about the double impossibility of believing he is both gone, and the age he would have been...My Daddy died 30 years ago now, - I have mad thoughts about the fact that he "is" (would be) in his 90s now which somehow coexist with the vision of him as the astonishingly youthful sixty something that he actually was...That doesn't actually make sense as a sentence, does it? But I guess what I'm really doing is sending empathetic hugs on a difficult day for you ((Erin))
Thanks Kathryn, you lost your dad young. My sympathies for that. Although he died 'young' I'm grateful I had my dad as long as I did.
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