I think everyone loves the magical, the mystical, and it probably holds different meanings, ideas, for each of us.
When I was a child I felt that someone was watching over me. Although the "someone" didn't have a name, a face; looking back, it was my father. He'd left when I was 4 years old and didn't look back. I missed him and in my young mind I made up his presence.
I eventually found him after years of searching as an adult. Unfortunately he was dying of cancer. He was living in Canada, I in Utah. He didn't want visitors and thought he'd get better and then we could meet. I knew it wouldn't happen though. He was too sick.
He passed away three months later, but we talked a lot during those three months. I learned that we had a lot in common and it answered questions I'd always had about who I was. I'm grateful we had time together during those long phone calls.
After he passed away I felt his presence for about a year. He was hanging around and I needed that. I think he's moved on now as I don't feel him anymore. But that's okay. I still carry his love with me.
I don't hold it against him that he left. We all make mistakes. Living with pain and anger is not good for the soul and it holds us back.
I'll see him again someday. Until then, draw on dad, draw on.
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Karen MacDuff Squires