The tears rolled silently down her cheeks where they fell onto the front of her black sweater. They did not soak into the fabric as you would expect. Instead, they floated atop the silk fibers and glittered like diamonds in the candlelight ... a most unusual necklace. The tears, so like those hard-pressed and precious jewels, were a testimony of the love she still felt for the man who had cherished her from the day she was born. In a whisper that could be heard all the way to Heaven, she said, "I miss you Dad."
In Loving Memory
Jack R. Burdo, Jr.
June 21, 1936 - November 10, 2003
Terri,
ReplyDeleteI don't know what to say. I can't believe it has been three years. I'm glad you shared this and I hope your memories are sweet this week.
P.S. What a cute little peanut you were!
What a lovely passage. I was truly moved. I am sorry for your loss. I too lost my father many years ago, so I know the heartache and how it never stops.
ReplyDeletePeace,
Momish