Tonight Simon made spinach feta pie and it reminded me of you. Ah, how I wish we could make it for you one more time. But alas....
I thought of you often yesterday as I ran, of our walks up the block and of hikes around Lake Welch. I have no idea sometimes why I remember certain things at certain times, but I do. Maybe it was because I was running along Lake Lansing. But it was a beautiful morning, and there was a cool breeze off the lake. Part of me wanted to just go sit by the lake and savor the breeze and the sunshine, but I had another 6 miles or so to run back, so I didn't stop.
Love you, Dad.
Susan
P.S. Monday morning: I woke up with the song, I'll be seeing you, playing in my head. Because it is so very true, I do see and hear you, in all those familiar places. You're there by my side in the morning, throughout the day, and in the evening.
I spent much of the weekend at commencements. Here's a photo from Friday's graduate commencement of me with one of my PhD students.
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