Memories of Family.

Today, I thought about family. About how they are born, and how they are chosen. And I remembered my dad.

I don’t REALLY remember him. He died so long ago, before my memory was strong enough to hold onto him.

I think, over time, loss becomes allot like a freckle. I don’t see my freckles every day. I don’t notice them. But they are with me and part of me.

Anyway. I remembered my dad. The only really clear thing that my mind held. His laughter and his smile.

So I found the dance of joy. Because he loved it so much, and laughed so hard, I’ve managed to remember the sound of his laugh.

Your thoughts are always most welcome.

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