7 years ago today my Dad, Robert T. Corliss died. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and wish that I could have another chance to talk with him. Instead, I bought flowers and arranged them at the grave he shares with my Mom....always remembering to leave some flowers at my grandmother Lydia's grave which is right next to Mom and Dad.
Walking the dogs tonight I looked up in the sky and saw a big hole with shafts of sunlight coming through the clouds. I have always associated this sight as Dad looking down on me. Whether it is true is of no importance. It is one more way I remember and honor his presence in my life.
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