Remembering my father on Fathers day!

He lives in our memories, our stories

He lives in our habits and our actions

His face is no longer clear, and I do not remember his voice anymore

But it feels nice when my kids discuss

Stories about his childhood

Something that I have never witnessed

That becomes our normal dining table conversation

With fights erupting

About who has inherited whose genes

He lives through our stories, conversations

And we continue to have him join us regularly

Happy Fathers day!