This is kind of an invisibility thing...kind of...There's something still there wrapped up in our memories...in our lives...in our soul...of those who touched us. I've read a number of tributes here lately that speak of those loving moments that linger still in our lives...
This is for my dad...six years gone now, and I miss him...but he is still every bit in my heart.
These have nothing to do with him personally...but it speaks of a time of reunion....
Flew the Coop
Flower Box
Even the Stone Will Cry Out
A Day of Angels
The beauty of it is I have the confidence of a great joy and hope
