Sunday 19 June 2016

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.