While my memories still hurt, when I focus on them, less often every day,
I never forget that his cause him pain as well,.
Like me, there are fewer times now, that he gets lost in them like he used to.
I see it in those gorgeous green eyes he no longer hides from me.
And when we open up, both of us find a common ground of memories of our father's effect on our lives.
The walls of the house are now filled with photographic memories of our yesterdays mixed with new ones from the present.
Together, we're healing