Monday, February 14, 2011
I find it hard to believe that it's been seven years since his departure.
Cycles turn, time passes. Still combing through drawers and boxes, folders and files, often special collections are found. This latest time capsule may have been filed away circa 1982.Photos of him, Matt the toddler, me and Matt, baby Sarah, airplanes, a waterfall, a hot air balloon, a fiddler friend. A page of music, a hymn, a photo of a special project, an envelope addressed 'Papa Hammond', most likely Matt's first handwriting.
Some days I work in his workshop making creations from things he left behind. Sometimes he helps me to find things that are lost, sends me angelic messages, watches over me - my guardian.