I remember going to the reservoir with my dad when I was little. He would fish while I preferred to take off my shoes and walk around on the carpet moss that grew everywhere along a particular side of the shore. It always felt safe and quieting. Sometimes when I miss my dad, I think of this and I don't even know why except that it seems to soften me.
I guess there are times when I think I have all the answers and then I realize, I don't -- not any better or worse than anyone. My dad didn't have the exact answers and I need to remember my weaknesses are just as a part of me as his were of him and yet they are also a key part of strength. Surely, there is no twisting and turning away from that.
I just miss him more, today.