Friday, October 31, 2014
Parking lot outside my workplace
I always wish my father were still alive, but I am most acutely aware of the loss when I see an unknown bird. My father was a lifelong "birder", a marvelous hobby he could take around the world in his travels for work. If he had been with me yesterday, he would have immediately known what type of bird this was, and he would have shared some interesting factoid about the bird with me.
Other things I miss about my father
his peach pie
his love of history
his enjoyment of face jugs
his unbridled love for my boys, including my husband