Re-visiting this post in memory of my dad. It was my very first blog post. ~Viki/pathwriter
I was visited by the spirit of my father this afternoon as I raked my yard. Turning the rake over and dragging it along the ground to release the leaves that had been skewered by the tines, I was pulled back in time to the day my dad showed me this little trick of unclogging my rake.
A simple thing, of course, but, at the time, to the child that I was, it was amazing. It was one of those “how cool is that!” moments. I’ve never lost the feeling of childlike wonder and delight at learning what seemed at the time to be a mysterious grownup secret that my dad was letting me in on. I still think it’s a pretty neat trick, and his presence is with me every time I do it.
I have these sorts of moments from time to time. I recall my father showing…
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