Sometimes my heart is heavy.
Sometimes there's too much emptiness.
Sometimes I have too much space in my weekend.
But sometimes I hear a song, tell a story, see a photo, or recall a special memory and my heart swells with love and a smile crosses my face.
I may not get to take my dad to Church, kiss his whiskery face goodnight, or tell him, yet again, what a good decision it was to get my Master's degree. But I do get to share his everlasting love with my family and for that I am thankful!
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