I Had This Odd Sibling Rivalry With

My Father's Body Lies In A Stone Tomb High On A Hill. People Walk By, Pause, Think Their Own Thoughts About Him And Move On, Back To Their Own Lives. I Can Never Move On. He Is Everywhere.

That Is Your Legacy On This Earth When You Leave This Earth: How Many Hearts You Touched.

You Have To Separate Yourself From Your Parents. You Do. In Order To Find Yourself.

You Know, If You Hang Around This Earth Long Enough You Really See How Things Come Full Circle.

I Have A Feeling Of Reverence About My Father Being In His 80s - A Feeling That I Want To Whisper, Take Soft Steps, Not Intrude Too Much. He's Like A Stately Old Cathedral To Me Now.