I Miss Him

We walked down the street, my left hand braced by he’s right as the feeling of security was certain to me. I would content myself with allowing him to lead as I followed, not necessarily knowing where we were heading to or why we moved that direction. He would tell me things and I would listen, many times not even knowing what he was talking about, but I’d listen anyways. Some of the best times I can ever remember in my few years spent so far in life are times spent with him, strolling, in the farm and in church.

So its Father’s Day Today?

So today is father’s day? I could hardly tell, even though I went to church and at the end of Mass the priest wished all fathers a Happy Father’s day. It was not until I got home and saw the notification from my Blog-Grandma’s blog (ErnieshaTibs): “Happy Father’s Day to My Husband”, that it dawned on me. That post is so touching; a post inspired by true love for her man. I felt like crying at the end...lol. (Make I hear).