this is poignant as I go through observing my father slowly running out of days. As I remember him being strong and sometimes big and intimidating as a small child. I see now that he always was a child inside a large body and that is where I’m going as I age. He was always a child of war likely afraid at times hungry sad, bewildered, and any other myriad of feelings. None of that matters anymore and I see him now more authentic than ever before. … The love is free from all human perceptions I had before
On May 28, 2024 heide toner wrote :