The smokey Mountains are beautiful.
Even on the worst days there are the best moments.
This baby face I have never kissed but know so well as it is one I grew up alongside and then again held as my own.
His first tattoo was at the age of 14 in 1952 paying homage to his mother and brothers.
I assumed all dads were covered in artwork and words.
Holding tight to the porcelain edge
Wishing to be the eagle upon my chest
Wings spread and fully-fledged
I sincerely wish everyone could have the luck of living strong and healthy until old age then peacefully go to sleep waking with their beloved on the other side. However, that is not close to reality or how life works.
Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way