I have a little nook where I sit very close to my television. It is where I also use my laptop, talk on the phone, and read. I call it my command center.
A few days ago I was sitting here, television off, glasses on, working on the laptop when I scooted forward to slip the laptop into its storage spot.
Glancing up I saw my father looking at me through the television screen. It was a shock, but there he was.
Of course it was only my reflection and yet:
I felt a closeness to him I haven't felt in some time. Of course, I am seventy and he died in 2000. If he were alive he would be ninety-three.
It's a nice thought that whenever I want him, he is there, right in front of me.
Or perhaps inside my heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment