Uncertain times

 I live in my father's footprints in many but not all steps. I remember him for the smiles we shared and the stolen moments between us that young boys need with their dads. 

I remember him teaching me little things that meant a lot at the time, but looking back, I see that it wasn't so much the moments as the time we shared that really meant something.

Time had its way, as it does, and hundreds of miles came between us. He lived his life and grew old while I lived mine, occasionally remembering a time or place we had together, causing me to pause and pick up the phone.

Now I'm old, and he's gone, and memories fade each day. I try to remember him before I forget that nothing is left but uncertain time. And lessons learned.

Mike 2025