Writing about my father in the weeks leading up to his passing.
It's beautiful to read these thoughts and memories. Some things I had forgotten.
I like to imagine that wherever he is, there’s a well set-up guitar there just for him. There’s a top-of-the-range stereo in a beautifully designed house with an ocean view. The garden is in full bloom, not a rabbit in sight, and there's a tripod on the deck to take photos of the birds. Waves are peeling across the bay, there's a steady offshore breeze, and the tide will be just right any moment now. See ya out there, Dad.
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