My dad

My dad

September, 2000
September, 2000

There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. -John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery

Thanks for all the years of gold thread talking.

You’ve taught me more than you realize.

Happy 84th!