It’s been a good 30 years since my dad took off on his journey to salvation into the spiritual realm. All he left behind was a home to call our own and a lot of fading memories that we have be trying to hold on to. As I grow older, I assumed it would be exceedingly difficult to keep him alive in my mind, but I was so wrong. I have always prayed that he keeps me safe and watches over me, and he has done that unfailingly. I can sense him, whenever I really need a sign… his aftershave, his hair cream, his voice, his words still remind me that he is a distant dream that doesn’t need to be fulfilled or over, anytime soon. Stay in peace dad, I’ll take care of everything here for you… just continue to watch over me like you always do. 🙂

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