Today is the first father’s day without my dad. I spent it at his grave site, planting flowers around his headstone, together with my family. There were a lot of families spending their day the same way.
We also wanted to start a tradition of releasing helium filled balloons attached with personal notes that we’ve written. Unfortunately, the helium filled balloons didn’t last very long and when we tied the notes to them, they didn’t float away. Frustrating, but also funny.
So, instead we burned them. We had a teeny bonfire with all the little notes in the front of the new garden we planted. Ashes to ashes…
My note was supposed to float away and lead whoever found it to this blog post. I also wrote my 6 words poem:
The cardinal sings; I remember him.
And I do.
