It’s probably not a secret, nor does it need to be, but I struggled with my father’s death. If I could neatly describe the feelings I had when he passed I’m sure it would have been easier whether those feelings were pure hatred or love.
As I kept visiting the site of Mr. Niewald last subject in Loose Park, I noticed something. When a big tree falls it provides an opportunity for new things to grow.
We have big trees in our lives. Some we love that shield us, some we resent that block our access to the sun we need. When those trees fall it is an opportunity for something new to grow. I find happiness in the belief that if we look in the right place we will find that beauty chases us everywhere.
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