I love this picture. The lights look like spirits floating in the great Nothing, making a lot of light together.
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there, for yesterday.
My own father, my children’s grandfather, was duly celebrated; but it was a tough Father’s Day, with our Daddy having made the ultimate sacrifice for his children and for me.
It is weird in how many old religions and folk tales the Father God or the God of the Harvest, or the God of the Hunt, always a male, paternal figure, lays down his life for his children. Just, weird. Is it an indelible part of the human male psyche? (Mind, each of us was prepared to die for the others that night, as my son pointed out – only Daddy got there first.)
Daddy, we miss you. We wish we hadn’t taken the wrong turn and ended in a universe of many parallels where we have to complete our paths without you.
We will see you again on the other side of the Door. Until then, we will have to be content believing that you are here – with your great golden wings, a protector and spirit guide for the children, and my soulmate regardless if incarnate or not.