My dad’s life was an hourglass, full of tiny grains of sand that marked moments of humor, hard work, love, and great beauty.
Unfortunately for us, his sand has run out. His shadow has been erased from this world, but his soul and his spirit have drifted to heaven like the fluff of a dandelion in the wind. There a new story will begin as he blossoms in a different garden, where brilliant colors will nudge him from every direction and connect with the sun in a sparkling rainbow dome over his head. This is how I imagine it.
This is how I want it to be for the man I’m so blessed to call my dad.