#viewing a memory

Certain things seem to disappear sometimes when you view one of the memory cutscenes. The rising moon is a prime example here.

It was in a box of lost artifacts. Nick-knacks and chachkies Meant to hold moments in my history. And that is where he is. In faded pictures and letters He took the time to write me. Some lengthy, others brief as a text message Just to let me know he was thinking of me. Words written in widely connected cursive. He encouraged me often in his letters Serving to build up what so many others Had torn down. In this one particular snapshot. A letter from my father delivered anew Correction for some misguided youthful transgressions. He said he was frequently proud of me. Loved to hear accounts of me from others. And it was with shock and disbelief That the most recent news had reached him. He made a point to remind me of the things Characteristic of who I was. And to say that if I was ever lost in life. Look back at the good and trust God. He will be your guide. Although at that moment he was disappointed In me. He made sure to impart his wise perspective. To guide and correct in love as a parent should. Spoken so clearly as if he was still Right here with me. To miss does not suffice to describe The longing with which He is forever held In my memory.