Love Never Ends

 

Today, as the pink, soft cast of the morning light falls on the grass in front of my living room window, I feel so much love.

I have been so loved on this planet. By people and by animals and even by the stars and the moon.

But it was my father who showed me so much of what love is -- what it feels like in the very cells of my body to be the twinkle of someone's eye.

What it is like to call someone on the phone and be so enthusiastically received -- because you are someone very, very important. Because you simply ARE. Every single time you call.

What it is like to be a princess and to be given everything -- anything -- no matter what you do or how many "mistakes" you make. Because you ARE SPECIAL AND YOU DESERVE IT.

What it is like to want to follow someone around with a plastic watering can just to be with them (when I was little my father had a tomato garden and I would wait all afternoon until he got home from work to follow him around his garden).

What it is like to watch someone leave this planet, to wither and to die and then absolutely, confidently know that NO SPIRIT EVER WITHERS AND DIES.

What it is like to love someone across time and life spans and three dimensional worlds -- to really love and feel that love and KNOW IT IS REAL. That it is yours forever.

I was fathered by Vernon Yearwood-Drayton. Today is his Birthday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

[Claire]

Your writing always manages to bring tears to my eyes. Both you & your father were very lucky to have each other.
Treasure that love, dear Lori.
Claire

Claire -- thank you. Please know I treasure you and our friendship.

Always,

Lori