For My Daddy

This is for you, Daddy. I sure miss you. Last week after acupuncture I stepped off the table and removed my gown and I smelled you. I buried my face in the gown and wanted to sob. I was aware that another patient was waiting for the room so I just let a few tears flow and saved the rest for later when I got into my car. I didn't want to let go of the gown. I smelled it and took your scent a few more times and was grateful to have the sensory reminder of you. I feel you watching over me and Indigo. I know you are at peace now. I miss you so much and I am grateful you are no longer suffering in your physical form.

Indigo reminds me of you. I see you in her face. She tells me she misses you. She says, "I have memories, Mama. I remember your Daddy, Papa Terry." She remembers when you visited us at our house.

I see you in the clouds, in the hummingbirds, in the trees. I feel you all over Portland, this wonderful city that you loved and explored.

Thank you, Daddy.