Aug 18 2013
August 18
“Who?” I asked.
“The dead. No more’n a breath. You let that last one go and you’re with them again.”
— William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace
We love you and miss you, Dad. You are always in our hearts.
One Response to “August 18”
I cannot tell you how deeply I also miss my parents, their love was my great strength, my greatest blessing. It is not their shoes I can wear, only their footsteps I may follow. They shall forever remain in my heart and at my side to guide me, of this, I am certain.