Fathers Day

No apostrophe.  It's for all of us fathers. 

I was at Meeting on Sunday, sitting in silence as always.  Popping into my mind was images of my life with Pop.  I would look at each one, smile at the memory, no matter whether it was a happy or unhappy circumstance at the time, cherish it and then set it aside.  And then another one would pop in.  One after another, all sorts of things I had forgotten flooded into me.  It was like I had dropped a box of pictures and was picking them up from the floor and looking at them, one at a time.  Look at a picture, think about it, set it aside.  But the more I looked at, the bigger the pile on the floor got.  All of these thoughts about Pop, remembering all of our lives together.  Very very joyful and very very peaceful.

I think I have finally been able to let Pop go.  I was holding on tight for a long time.