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Friday, October 9, 2015

Good Night, Daddy

Good night, Daddy.  Love you.  See you in the morning.


Every night of my life - til I went away to college and then whenever we were together - those were the last words I spoke before going to sleep.
Those were not trite words for me.  They verbalized my security, my comfort, my stability.  And yes, my love.  We never hung up the phone or left the other's presence without saying "I love you".  That's the way it always was. 
Saying good night was not a rote tradition.  It was a sweet, familiar, declaration.
Good night, Daddy.  Love you.  See you in the morning.

Good night , Daddy.
Stability. The familiar end to every day

Love you 
Comfort. Confidence of acceptance and significance 

See you in the morning
Security.  Trust. Assurance that he'd be there and all would be well.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Well, I heard....

I really try not to blog when I am upset.  I do my best to remain  upbeat or at least objective.  But I keep seeing this sin hurt so many people and this time it's too close to home to remain quiet.


Yeah, I'm ticked off .  And I am going to process it by blogging til I feel better.


So if you are easily offended or don't like to wade through emotions, you'll be better off skipping Living Letters today.  And I'll understand.  Just catch me next time and I promise I'll try and return to emotional equilibrium.