My Dove

Today is Father's Day. My dad passed on in 1981 and I've missed him every day. I want to cry even now, and there's tears welling up with a lump in my throat but I'll look at his picture and feel grateful that he's my dad, thinking of his brilliance, his kindness, his wit and love. He was generous to a fault.

The dove is in my dogwood tree, it groomed itself this morning and gave me a little peace in my heart so I share him with you.