Sunday, June 19, 2016


I call my Father Norman.
He was a man with a hard heart.
I cannot imagine what it would be like to live with such anger.
The last I heard, {last summer} his ashes were still in a garage,
somewhere in Plano, Texas.
That is not very respectful, even for a man with a hard heart.
My sisters had excused me from the situation,
but that will never stop me from
 loving, caring, respecting or having an opinion.
Happy Fathers Day Norman.