Friday, November 16, 2007


I tried to follow in your footsteps.
You were too fast.
Your wit too quick.
You were a shooting star.

I am remembering your birthday today.
I am remembering our Father's death today.
It did not feel like a present to you.

Today I join you at the ridge.
We can walk together.
I miss you.


Sprite said...


Oh Beloved Friend,

I am with you.

I love you,


Q said...

Dear Sprite,
Thank you, dear friend. My Father died on my sister's birthday. It was a tramatic day for my birth family. My sister never could celebrate her birthday in a joyful way again.
The older I get the more death anniversaries I remember. This year I focused more on my sister than on my Father.
Thank you for your love.