Now I'm not sure how much I believe in it. But I let myself go... Let myself believe in the light that is good universal energy flowing into my father.
Then an image came to mind. It just hit me. The image of daddy teaching me how to ride a bike. I rmb the bike, the field and the tree I hit. Most of all I remembered daddy's energetic and positive voice. Booming as it always does.
From that image in mind sprung tears. Tears I could not stop. They flowed and flowed.
You are here now but yet I miss you already...