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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

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13 years gone, but always with me.

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I can still feel his hand on my shoulder: when K picks up a deck of cards; when I walk the shore of Galiano with my mom; when a certain song comes on the radio; when we pull out of the driveway for a road trip; when E smiles that smile; when we gather with our neighbors; when out for a walk and a stranger smiles and says hello. xo

2 comments:

this single spark said...

Hugs to you, my friend. I really love your yearly tribute to your dad. He was such a fantastic guy and the photos are so great.

I was actually just thinking about him on Sunday, when "Oscar" put his feet up on my coffee table. :]

Tracy Bartley said...

Oh "Oscar" xoxo