Lessons in Forgiveness

My father would have been 69 today.  It's been 4 years since he died. The week of the 10th - 18th is always hard. The day he passed away to his birthday. Every year the echos of grief, anger, disappointment, and longing ripple through me like a stone dropped in the water. He's been on my mind a lot lately, and in little cosmic ways I feel his presence. The two random shows we watched that both had songs from Fiddler on the Roof, The random comment or joke that sounds like something he would say, the taste and smell of something familiar to something he'd make.  This week has had several lessons in forgiveness.

This pictures was taken about 20 years ago, we were doing Fiddler on the Roof with the Mountaineer players in Bainbridge. It was the last time he played the role. 

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