Intersection Sunset

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Whenever I called on my dad, he showed up, no hesitation. Come hell or high water, he was there. That’s what I remember.Since my Dad passed, I’ve come to see how much of my own fat hering is rooted in the example he set. The night I saw this sunset, I was stopped at an intersection on my way to pick up my daughter from school. She had called, hoping to come home that evening for reading week. I didn’t hesitate. On route I sat at an intersection, in front of that barn, watching the sun set behind a massive cloud. I caught myself thinking these drives are exactly what he for me.I’m blessed with a beautiful family, both here and gone. Dad still shows up — in memories, in quiet pauses, in moments like that intersection between past and present.He still picks me up.Just in a different way now. Show more