Sunday Morning Musings: Blood and Tears
We all cry tears that are the same color
No matter what shade our skin
No matter whose blood is shed
It’s always red
When Dad Was Sick – Part 14
Before I left, I told Dad it was okay to let go and that he'd been a good dad. I don't know if he heard me. I like to think he did. It's been eight years. I know he's still with me, but I miss him so much.