Ten years ago today my father died.
Space and time are strange, hard to grasp, how could ten years go by when I feel my father is still by my side?
"The days are long, but the years are short"
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Home.
That is where my heart goes,
That is where I find the roots that hold me in place,
That is where the long road ends, where the green never seems less green.
Home is where my soul knows no bounds, and my arms never tire.
Home, that is where I am when I feel the distance between
Here and now, or don't have words nor need them.
Home is no longer an external place, rather it is within me. It rises from the core of my being, Like a spring that goes beyond space and time.
Home is no longer a place, it is my family. My Parents, my Grandparents, my brothers, my sisters-in-law, my Aunts, Uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, husband, children…
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Thank you, Dad, for giving me a foundation based on love that makes your memory vivid, powerful, holy and everlasting.
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