Yesterday was my dad's
birthday. I couldn't talk
about it just then; I miss
him ever so much.
My father was a wine
maker. He raised five
different kinds of wine
grapes. His wine was
valued here in Denver
at $30 a bottle way back
in the 80's.
Yesterday, I took three
bottles of wine in his
honor and drained them
around all the sacred
places in the yard. I
called his name and
wished him well.
On some level, it helped
my soul. But, I shall ever
and always miss him. It
is how it is . . .
Sooooo love you daddy!!!
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