The water falls against a rock ledge, flowing hard enough for you to cup your hands and hold it until it overflows your hands and falls against the rocks you stand on. For an instant you hold water and then it is gone-going somewhere past the bend in the creek, around the bigger rocks. You can hear it flowing, you can see it, you can feel it, but there is no stopping it.
How to capture someone's life in a book, a paragraph, or words spoken?
There is a mystery that can't be caught. There are stories that you know, pictures like old movies that play in your head-memories reduced to a few words.
"There will be a scar..."
I've been so blessed in this life to have two dads. My first passed when I was about 5 years old, my second dad, just a little while ago.
My second dad was my Poppy. Gentle, quiet, funny, kind. Bird and animal lover, wonderful listener. He didn't mind not being noticed. I am so thankful to have known and loved him, and now to have that scar-yes, it will heal somewhat with time, but I want it there, always. A place I can go in my head where my memories of him are waiting for me to visit.
And when I see Orion up there in that vast sky God made with every star He named, that's ours, Poppy.
I'll see you later, Poppy