My father passed away suddenly almost eighteen years ago but I can still hear his laughter, feel his arms around me and remember his love for me like it was today. He was a small man in stature but so very large in heart. All of his life he only wanted to have his small piece of land and to have the time to work it. He did acquire that land but always seemed to be lacking in time to do everything he wanted to do. He died a few months before his retirement.
I talk about this today because I had a dream about him last night. As I worked outside this afternoon planting garlic and generally cleaning up some things I felt his spirit with me so strong telling me to smell the earth, feel the soil and listen to the birds. I love my father.