When I think of him now, I remember an 1976 Olive green Ford that smelled like corn dust and old oil. I remember butter pecan ice cream at night. I remember softball in the fields. I remember his "presence". What you saw was nothing compared to what was hidden in that smile, or hug, or "What you thinkin' about?" All I needed some days was an arm over my shoulder. That arm could have stopped armegeddon. To me it symbolized protection, deeper love I could ever imagine, and a stronghold from which I could leap from.
He died from a massive heart attack when I needed him most, or thought I did. I found out my wings could hold me. I've smashed into trees, flew too high and lost my breath, and flew into places I didn't know how to get out of. However, through all, I've stayed in the air.
