Friday, August 3, 2012
Grief has made a home in my heart for you. A tiny nest in each chamber where it will always slumber. Every once in a while it will awaken and remind me of your death in time but right now it has crash landed and made a mess of me that will take some time to heal. You were my father and I was your youngest daughter. A coal miner's daughter. Memories of you are frequent in this grief and have made me realize that while you didn't say it out loud you did love me the best way you knew how and I loved you the best way I knew how. It wasn't perfect but it is what it is.