A few years ago, when Daniel and I were living in Mississippi, Dan took me to the Windsor Ruins.
These columns are all that remains of what was once the largest antebellum Greek revival mansion in Mississippi.
I've been thinking a lot about my Daddy lately.
In July, he will have been gone for ten years.
When he was young he painted a painting (for his girlfriend at the time) and my memories of that trip to the Windsor Ruins remind me of that painting.
These magical times that I am having with my Daniel run together with my memories of my Dad.
They meld together and combine in sometimes unexpected ways.
I guess what I really want to say is that when we lose loved ones, the love and memories never go away.
They stay with us always.
How lucky we are!