Shadows On The Beach

Shadows On The Beach. 2016  Visit link to listen to mp3

In less than an hour, it will be the second anniversary of my father’s passing away.  Because he was 86, and it was pretty much expected, I can’t say it was a tragic event. Nevertheless, my family and I were devastated. The man was like a river flowing with encouragement, humor and support and like most rivers, we assume they will always continue on. There was nothing we could do to prepare us for this loss.

I sought consolation any way I could.  Spending time with friends & family.  Jogging farther & farther. Sitting on my favorite pier across the East River from Manhattan, so close I felt like I could touch the skyline.

June turned to July turned to August. Before I knew it, migration season was upon us, and the birds started to fly away. I found consolation in the sky. I’d look up, and see flocks not just flying, but waving.  I imagined they were little portals, sending dad a message from me, his little earthling daughter.  Hi dad, wherever you are, I miss you, I love you, thank you for all you have done.