It’s hard to believe that today is three years since my Dad passed away. How can that even be possible? Where has the time gone? I’m a bit of a “kook” who is always looking for “signs/meaning,” to explain and understand life.
I sit out on my back patio and look at the Calla Lily flower that was secretly growing in my yard when my Dad died. It chose to make its appearance the week he died with one single white flower. Every year since it appears. Last week I saw a single white flower open, there was a second bud that wasn’t quite ready. It waited until today.
Thanks Dad –
From winds far away
As I hear my fathers voice
A flower grows…