who love the unloved
things - the dandelion, the
worms & spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards sun...
And when they're grown &
someone has to speak for those
who have no voice
may they draw upon that
wilder bond, those days of
tending tender things
and be the ones.
~ Nicolette Sowder
My father died on Sunday night.
All humans are flawed, a complex mix that we cannot and should not separate. I believe the important (or healthy) part is to decide what do we take forward and what we leave behind.
An important one for me is the knowledge of how much he loved my daughters, how gentle he was with my wife. How he always asked me about them and the joy he expressed.
I remember the simple joy and ease it gave me.
This is something I can take and pass. I must remember to express the same to the girls and Mariana.
I can try to have it for others.
It is something I can try to leave too.
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P.S.
Someone shared this comment: Wrap your sorrow in the love you both shared.
- I think it is a good one to keep.
