I have but a few words today to express my gratitude for this place. A place in which I feel effortlessly connected to my father.
He is the creak in the floor boards,
The crackle of the fire,
The sunshine and the cool breeze.
He is the giggles of my children,
The ripples in the pond,
The morning fog.
I miss him so much, and this is where I will always find him.