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Happy Father's Day, Dad

There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.

~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, found at QuoteGarden.com
The cloth woven by my own father's words to me is indeed beautiful. I've had countless good conversations with my father, ranging from the big matters in life to the minor events that happen in the endless run of days. And he's listened and mused on them all. I love the way he looks intensely and unrelenting at the world to discover the breath and hand of God, and that those glimpses and discoveries find their way into his words to me. That cloth of words has woven itself into my heart and soul, a warmth I carry effortlessly, one that does indeed feel like love itself. Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love you.

Comments

Don said…
VERY TOUCHING WORDS, I'M SURE YOUR DAD IS GRATEFUL TO HEAR YOU RISE UP AND CALL HIM BLESSED. YOUR STRONG SENSE OF SELF WHICH EMERGES IN YOUR PROSE IS DUE TO YOUR UPBRINGING NO DOUBT.

DON IN AZ
josephmcbee said…
Good stuff Carmen. I have been blessed by a great dad too.

BTW, I saw the new Hulk this weekend and reviewed it over at my blog. I don't give any spoilers in my reviews, so you would be safe to read it if you haven't seen it yet.
Carmen Andres said…
don, thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words. it's wonderful to hear from you again!

and joe--i'll stop by asap, heh, as soon as i can get my new summer schedule under control!