. . . of Wildflowers
“My heart found its home long ago in the beauty, mystery, order, and disorder of the flowering earth."
Lady Bird Johnson
I miss Daddy. His death was at first a shock to my system, but now it is a slow-moving ache in my heart that I imagine I will live with for the rest of my days. Putting together a scrapbook this past week, I stumbled upon several photographs of him I hadn’t seen for a while. In one he holds my sister and me in each arm and our brother on his shoulders. In another he is holding me in his arms while my brother and sister play on the swing set in the background.
A favorite photograph of Daddy is one of him standing with my sister and me under the city limits sign for Uncertain, Texas. It was ...