He Rides the Skies

Father's spirit is finally free. I will miss him. Oh Skies I will miss him. He was my father, and to me there was nothing he could not do. No monster or enemy he could not say. No story he did not know. No hurt he could not make go away by telling me everything was going to be fine. He was my Father, and he was my hero. He as also suffering, and it is good that is over.

You see, I love my father enough to honor his wishes. His wishes that I take care of my little brother. His wish that I move forward in life, and that I find happiness in my own right. That I spend my time not mourning his loss, but in celebration of his life. Those are his wishes, and the best way to honor my father is to live, love, laugh, and embrace my life. The best way to honor him is to not let Sixth Son remember that he was loved, and that his father was so proud of him he was near to bursting with it. I will keep his memory alive with the stories, but they will be good stories told with smiles and laughter. We will rejoice - his spirit is finally again free.