I will take the rain

And yesterday my dad died.
A day blessed with rain.
A rain made up of tiny, sensitive drops that fell upon me like memories from days of yore, filled only with sweetest events that throughout his 84 years would lead to his inevitable demise.
I thank him for the 38 years I had to develop a unique relationship that would ultimately define my development as a human being.
I thank him for the unique family of siblings, nephews, uncles, aunts and cousins that have been a part of my life.
I thank him for leaving the world behind with a trigger of love, thus allowing me to enjoy one finally pleasant memory associated with his final presence
And now that he is gone, I will take with me that soothing rain as a bag of secrets that we shared during our decades of friendship and love, and promise to take time, every now and again to muse upon them, as a way to keep is endearing presence alive.

I choose to carry with me only the memories I cherish that define a relationship of love that only he and me can understand.

See you later dad.

38

Timeless and without time.
You, whom ever now and again lurk these parts, perchance looking for hints about the man behind the letters, I confess that I am somewhat alone.
No thanks to the diverse nature of my friends and family, but because as it so often occurs, I feel the loneliness of these years passing by.
I have traveled, not frequently nor far
I have read, a few books not too diverse
I have loved, beautiful people inside and outside
I have carried, myself through stages, never knowing where each will take me.
I have waited, for answers that are too close for me to read, and to too far for me to journey to them.

Probably my sorrow lies in the emptiness of 38 cycles that like a spiral bring me downward to an abyss that holds no meaning for me.

To you, wanderer, I thank you for the time you have conceded your eyes.
Until we meet again.