Saturday, January 22, 2011

Connected

"The reason it hurts so much to seperate us because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one, and in each one of the we have found each other" ~ Unknown.

Connected. Perhaps the reason I am so drawn to the North Shore - my Dad.
This past week I have had the overwhelming need to call my dad and talk to him. Possibly, I feel that I am loosing the sound of his voice. It has been almost 2 years since we found out that his journey in this world would soon be ending and I miss him dearly.
My Father had an extrarodinary love of the Sea and as I sat on the shores of Lake Superior I felt as though he was sitting next to me, his whisper in each roll of the wave and his hand on my shoulder with the warmth of the sunset's soft pallet. I am certain that this will always be the place where I will be closest to my dad - the sea - our connection.
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  1. Kitchen StoriesJanuary 23, 2011 at 1:50 PM

    Beautiful. My Dad passed away December 9th ---he talks to me in my dreams.

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  2. MaryFebruary 1, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    What a lovely post! I see my father in my daughter - she is very like him.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2011 at 4:31 AM

    I have a deep and loving connection with my dad and he's from Hawaii. We both love the sea. I just find this hauntingly beautiful, Karen. I will really enjoy following you as time goes on.

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