Father's Day

I remember sitting with my grandfather once, when he came to visit us in Massachusetts when I was little. We were outside next to the garage and he sat down on the wood beams in the ground that edged the driveway, saying, "The sun feels so good on my back." And I remember just sitting there next to him, feeling the sun on my own back.

It's such a simple memory but it's stuck with me for so long - exactly what he looked like, and how small the bushes were next to the house so we were able to sit in the sun. I think he used to call me Princess, and thought Kyle looked like the Little Drummer Boy, or Little Boy Blue. I know he had nicknames for all of us.

Anyway. Happy Father's Day, Dad; this post is most definitely backdated but I'm thinking of you.