Today marks the annversaray of my father's death. My mother, sister and I all marked the day in different ways, but we each took time and action to think of him today.
Jenn wrote a poem, got tree seedlings, and wrote about him on her 37x365
Dad taught me to hug the inside curve, to do one thing at a time to reach a goal, and that trees are worth planting even when someone steals them. His light still arcs in my mother's house.
Mom plucked a daffodil from the garden ("The most open one I could find," she said) to the cemetery and had a chat with him.
I took a trip to the southern tip of the Izu Penninsula, went out on the water in a boat and talked to the waves. I walked up to the lighthouse on the cliff, visited two temples, and stood at the lookout where Commodore Perry's black ships were spotted.
We all miss you, Dad.
That poem is wonderful!!