My mind is bouncing around this morning, so many things to share. I've come so far, yet days like today can be a bit unsettling.
I don't dread them, I've learned to except them for what they are. They're days that are anchored in memories. Anchored memories to moments in time.
I'm grateful for the memories, but I've had to learn how to care for them in a different way. It's taken time, not to forget, but to understand.
My memories may be anchored, but my spirit lives. When my spirit lives, his spirit lives with me. I am his voice, I am his father, he is within.
Thank you for being my son, a fathers pride, heaven on earth. Forever anchored spirits.