Wearing this dress always reminds me of my father. There was a summer afternoon when he approached me once and said that it “looked nice”. ¬†This is the kind of compliment that soars, coming from him. In fact, today, twirling around in it, I could imagine him smiling. It was the same look he gave me, right before I left Wisconsin for good, after visiting for Christmas. My grandfather was getting ready to drive me to the airport, and he stood there, a full-grown man, with red eyes that looked like tears might fall from them.¬†

He gave me a kiss on the forehead then, and said simply: “Call your mom more. She misses you.” And you know, more than anything, I knew that he really missed me too. It was something said in body, and soul, and sorrow.

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  1. vaguelyhumorous reblogged this from insomniagirl and added:
    Whoa, I actually like this one. It describes Daddy perfectly.
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