The Meeting Place
Two lifetimes ago, a generation and thousands of miles apart, two boys set out to be men, along paths that were in no way parallel.
Patrick's father:
and mine:
They met each other, as men, one time.
They dwell together, in spirit and in flesh, every day:
In memory of PawPaw and Poppy, on Father's Day.
Patrick's father:
and mine:
They met each other, as men, one time.
They dwell together, in spirit and in flesh, every day:
In memory of PawPaw and Poppy, on Father's Day.
Labels: mine all mine, the way we were
—Kyran, 11:36 AM
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11 Comments:
kyran:
Such a wonderful tribute!
Beautiful post.
To all Poppys - who are so missed. That was lovely, Kyran.
yes yes- gorgeous.
That was wonderful. You look so much like your father.
That's a beautiful thought. Thanks for sharing it.
If I didn't know better, I would swear that Gomer Pyle stood in for my dad on "picture day". :^)
Look at all those handsome men in your life! Lovely post for all the papas out there. Thanks, K.
What a nice way to think about your father/s. And a great pic of your boys.
What gorgeous children. And a wonderful tribute!
wow. deeply thought and extremely touching.
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