While walking alone along our usual path I came
upon a discarded wooden door set askew against a tree. Without second
thought I opened the door to an expanse of grassy field.
There they ran chasing butterflies, leaping and
playing on the soft blanket that nature had intended. I called to
them. They approached, happy tails wagging excitedly behind them.
He must have noticed the tear in my eye.
He said, “It’s okay, Dad. We love you and miss
you, too.”
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