2.13.2015

Because He's Everywhere I Look

I'm still not ready to write about Dad.  My "eulogy" at the funeral consisted of a few scraps of memory scribbled on a rag of paper and blurted into a microphone.  I want to give more but feel unable.  Words are too small a net.









Spun by Abigail on Friday, February 13, 2015

4 comments :

Sarah said...

I'm so glad for these photos of your Dad's itty bitty notes. I'm so glad for your thoughts. They give me a place to rest my own. I needed this. Again, thank you.

2/15/2015 10:21 PM
Abigail said...

I'm glad for your company in this space, too, and knowing you share so much of the same.

2/20/2015 10:13 AM
Rebecca R. said...

Love the reminders of Dad in the details...miss him!

2/21/2015 3:32 PM
Abigail said...

I keep finding his handwriting all over, like in our bathroom on a bottle of Witch Hazel, which has a superfluous handwritten label of "Witch Hazel" right next to the label's own designation of bottle contents. :) That one will make its way on here.

2/26/2015 7:12 AM

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