My hue has altered. I am not the bubbly summer time chica. Rather I am becoming a brooding, and dwelling on things gal. And I am not sure where this is going but here are my latest thoughts.
Sure, I know it's due partly to the inevitable change in seasons. I feel it in my bones and am wired this way. But maybe it's just the fact I miss my father. You see, my birthday is coming up and it's hard to take sometimes without him being there.
I keep being nagged with that gnawing feeling- is he proud of me? I wonder if he is ashamed of me for any apparent reason. God only knows and so does my father.
I lost my Dad when I was in high school. The reality of losing my Dad is really noticeable at key moments in my life. I wish he was around to share my moments and I can see his reaction, etc.
I don't mean to all of a sudden go sentimental on you or anything. These are just some recollections I have that I ponder on every now and then.
Anyone else conjure up a memory of someone after reading this?
Photo by Phil Sangwell on July 2, 2011