In my mind and heart, Dad is standing right in front of me. Strong, olive skin, gray eyes flashing at the spark of some deep thought or ready to deliver on of his famous lame jokes.
He’s larger than life and ready to take on the world.
This is the man who travels and reads poetry, who shares and lives every moment to the fullest. He’s the one who first said, “I’m going on a walk up into the hills so I can meditate on the Lord”, and my introverted heart leapt to know that being alone was worth seeking.
He is That Guy.
Long ago he wrote a poem about wanting to end the race with his “army boots worn out.” We can see the holes today . The worn out leather and threadbare laces.
But he’s still my Dad and the little girl in me wants…..