Knock a knock knockin’

Sorry I was a disappointment. I loved my dad, but I don’t think we were ever really at ease with one another. Maybe it was just me. I never got the feeling he really approved of where I lived or how things ended with me and Jim. I look at my own kids and it’s easier to be connected with one over another. We are still personalities after all, and some are easier than others. It’s not a matter of love.

Mortality knockin’ hard.

2014-05-22 22.58.20

 

Words: reminiscent, centering, aching

2014-05-30 08.31.12

Words: quiet, breathing, rising

2014-05-31 21.44.43

Words: content, tired, okay

It was a good day. Peopled out by the end, but it was sunny and lovely…both the day and the people.

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