silent thunder

To simply sit in knowing, loving presence with my Old Man again...

Not only did my Father never hit me, he didn't speak unkindly to me, or anyone else that I recall.

He instructed mostly through example.  And he'd explain, if you asked him.  But more than anything, he laughed.  And if you spent any sincere amount of time around him, you would too.  Laughter I swear was the gravity that held his presence together.  Miss him beyond imagining.

To think that out of this spinning universe of billions of years... that I had the incredible good fortune of having that man as my Father...  Talk about winning the Lottery!  Such treasure as this is beyond imagining.

If you're fortunate enough to be a Father, be an amazing one today.