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Don’t Feel Like Talking

Today is 17 years since my Dad died. I don’t feel like talking. You can look at Samson biting his way out of a paper bag, and then we’ll take a walk in Three Rivers. Maybe later I can draw some water from one of these rushing river photos.

5 Comments

  1. I’m sorry, my friend. He sounds like a neat man, and with fun insights into your art too.

    Photos instead of words is nice sometimes too.

    Your stone pathway is wonderful! I have always been drawn to moss and stone, and mysterious pathways.

    Jennifer Dougan
    http://Www.jenniferdougan.com

  2. I understand … it has been 11 years …

  3. Jana,

    You do not need to talk or reply. Your dad was a good friend, a wonderful example of a Godly Christ centered man, and a source of enjoyable and good humor for me. I have some great stories and memories of him from times we spent together. Just this morning, while at our kitchen sink, I got the idea to pray for your sister Laura right then; and I did. Wonder if the Holy Spirit was at work? Your dad and mom have been blessed to have three precious daughters; and you are one of them! Thanks for sharing about your dad this morning.

  4. I know how you feel. It’s been almost 20 years since I lost my father and I still miss him like crazy. You just never get over it.

    But your photos were lovely. I especially liked the stairs with the rock walls on either side. Beautiful! Well, they all were.

    Take care, drink a toast to your dearly departed, and give an extra hug to those still with you.

    <3

  5. Your pictures and your art speak for you

    Thinking of you today.

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