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.