An anniversary remembered

Four years ago, I lost my father; a dear friend and good man. Though I don't cry for him and seldom think I'm missing him, I do experience something special and deep when I visit his grave site. Today, on this sombre anniversary, I visited the grave with my sister, and listened as she read two beautiful, moving poems.

On a day as beautiful as today, I wish he was here, sitting in my backyard, playing with the grandchildren, greatgrandchildren and dogs. He would have enjoyed that. Lord knows I would have too.