This is a very simple and short post. Sometimes there does not need to be much said in order to get a point across, this is one of those times. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, this man finds a way to send me hope when I feel utterly alone and unsure of my purpose. This image will carry me forward for the rest of my life, of that I’m sure……
I have seen so many photos of my father. From every angle, portraying every mood and from those full of life, to those in death. Although they all give me a sense of peace, with perhaps the exception of those in death, this one particular photo causes me to sob each time I look at it. How can one image create so much more of an emotional response? This one seems alive, his intense gaze was once something I felt in person, this image has reminded me of the exceptional feeling of belonging, of being loved, perhaps adored! It feels as if this image belongs to me, I’m sure because he and I shared this moment once, maybe many times, my heart so filled with love and joy simply from being with him. A quiet moment, so calm and yet so intense as if he knew it would be something I would cling to in times of desperation.
I believed home was taken from me, destroyed by hate and the cruelty of those who feared my father. In seeing this photo, I realize I have been carrying home with me all along, only it was too painful to remember it. Just as his whiskers brushing ever so gently across my skin did 2 years ago, this image pulls out from the depths of my sorrow – magic, beauty and love the likes of which I have not felt since we parted. When I look at this picture, I am home. Now the real work begins……..
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