Trails…

I realized something as my father lay on his deathbed. I leaned in to say my goodbyes and I said “I don’t want to let you go Daddy” and I was reminded of a time when I was about 8 years old and my Father would tuck me into bed. I remember saying that I didn’t want him to go and he reached his hand out and told me that he would never be gone; that we just had to stretch our fingers out and the love would trail onward forever. There at his bedside I was reminded of this wisdom and that I would not have to say goodbye and that love would trail on forever.
Trails Dad…