adventures in a sloth-like existance

I miss my Papa a lot today. It all started when I was playing my guitar this morning and saw his picture on the wall. I began to play to him and wrote him a little melody. No words, just the feeling of the chords.

I remembered a small music box that had been his, which now sits on my shelf. I brought it down and began to crank it over and over, letting the music dance into my ears and sweep around my head. The theme to Romeo and Juliet was a fitting ballad of love and loss. Both hopeful and tragic.

Afterward I went outside to crochet and lay on the hammock in the shade. Along the highway walked an old gentleman in a hat. He rather hobbled along, as if each step pained him. All at once I saw my Papa walking along the road as he used too when he came to visit.

I sometimes wonder if these days are a gift from God even though it hurts us. I wonder if its better to remember someone and cry, then it is to not remember them at all.