It's been a year since Dad left home.
Lately while walking through the Home decor Stores,
I've seen many pictures of trees and mist.
I always stop and stare into the fog hoping to find Dad there.
He told me a long time ago that if he were to die,
he would wander away where no one could find him,
fall in the creek and float away.
It seems like yesterday when I talked to him on the phone.
I ssat in the yard this morning, staring at the mist in the forest below my house...
Hoping he would come out of it and visit me.
Maybe tonight,
after I fall asleep,
In my dreams...
I love you Dad.
