Today I am in New Hampshire for the annual Khleif family reunion. It is the first time Since Grandpa Baheej passed. Everything here reminds me of him. I just wish I could see his face one more time. Hear his laugh. Smell his pipe. Hold his cubby hands. I miss him so much. I love him so much. I long to talk to him one more time. I need his advice so much right now. Being with his brothers makes it harder to not think of him. I hear him in their voice. See him in their faces. Sense him in their wisdom. He is here in memory. I guess, for now, it will have to be enough.
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