Sunday, January 25, 2009

My Father's Shoes

After spending the night at Mom and Dad's, I got up early to take the dogs out. Stepped into a pair of Dad's slip-ons near the door and clomped out into a dark, cold morning.

No one will ever fill my father's shoes.

6 comments:

kario said...

You're right, but what a comfort to be able to stand in them for a moment or two, huh?

Love.

Deb Shucka said...

Oh, Jerri. I'm so sorry that you're going through this. I'm glad you have some time still to love each other. Sending you prayers for peace and comfort. I love you.

luckyzmom said...

Sending you and your family more comfort and strength.

Terry said...

So sorry to hear that this part of the circle of life is moving in your direction. Thinking of you.

mamatulip said...

Love to you.

Michelle O'Neil said...

Love.