“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
― Rumi

I recently lost my father. I am thankful we had a chance to visit with each other several times in New York before he passed away. It gave us a chance to become acquainted with the individuals that we were and have become, share family memories, and express our feelings about many things.

He was ready to go. I loved him. And because of that, I have let him go. But he remains in my heart and in my memories. I am my father's daughter; he's come around in another form inside me, inside my sister and even in my daughter. We all have ties that cannot be broken. I grieve because I won't be able to talk to him again. But we still have conversations no one else can hear.

Thanks, Dad, for being my Dad. I will always love you.