April 8, 2013 by allsho
One of the hardest things to accept, in my experience, is the fact that our beloved ones grow old.
Of course, the alternative is much worse, but this doesn’t make it any easier.
Sometimes the count of years doesn’t explain how old someone has become, you need to recall his or her story to understand why a flame once bright and vivid is now pale and in constant need of kindling through love and affection.
And indeed that’s the only cure: giving and receiving love, spending time together.
I miss you dad.