A memory

Not often anymore do I find myself going back in time to a place almost forgotten. The memories from the past. A time much simpler, pure er. Filled with sweet memories, the dearest of few that have held such a place in my heart. Today after church was one of those special moments, when time stood still. Memories flowed through my mind, bringing the feeling you have when you can smell, almost taste, fall in the air. The grass still green but yet the change in the wind is certainly clear. When that happens, my heart almost skips a beat. It's a time I can still see so clearly. It was of a man with such rich black hair, thin frame and loving eyes that I will never forget.  Of a smile that catches your heart and you know that his love was true.  His laugh was so contagious, still thinking about it brings joy to my heart. To be called his daughter, taught by him, loved by him, that is truly one of the greatest blessings God has given me, giving me my father.