as well as the pace. Both I've been thinking about lately. We've been visiting my father for the past week and now I've come back home with a full heart and a mind that is more clear. It was so good to see him, to talk to him, to be reminded of what's important in life. He is my true kindred spirit if I was ever to know one. I feel like I've finally come to a place in our relationship that I am no longer a daughter only in need of filling up, I've now a lot to offer him as well. I know that if reading this he would be quick to say that I always have had something to offer (and I suppose I have) but now I feel less selfish, perhaps less needy of him and his affection. I see the bits and pieces that I know to be his life and now I am realizing (through applying my own life experiences) that life is not perfect for anyone, but because it isn't so does not mean that it holds any less meaning. I see that in life's imperfections, I (and we all) have the power and the ability to see it's beauty and to draw strength from that beauty. My father has done this over and over. His quiet nature, his sincerity and thoughtfulness, his genuine interest in me, my sisters, our lives, literature, art, humanity are the sources of my greatest inspirations and my springing hope of obtaining and living a full life.
I love this post about your dad, Jen. There are so many little things that I remember about your dad that really classify him as a great man in my mind. I have a special place for him in my heart and I can't imagine how much you must miss him living so far away now.
Wow, that's just how I feel about my Dad!
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