The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost. ~Arthur Schopenhauer
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor
For Lori and her sisters, today is the one-year anniversary of a day that completely changed their world. I know this has been a difficult year for you and your families, and you have been on my mind and in my heart. I hope each of you is able to find a special and personal way to remember your dad every year on September 25. We who have lost our dads recently--me and Kathy, Lori and Cherie and Shelly, and April, Camille, Heather, Michael, Doug, and Julia--continue to learn that it is in keeping that man’s memory in our hearts, and allowing it to live on in its unique way, that we will never forget him.
There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown
That cloth may not be as long as we would have liked it to be, but we can still wrap ourselves up in it, and each others’. I love you, Lori--