Kingfisher, kingfisher. How beautiful you are. Reminding me of three generations of men I knew who all loved to fish.
They are all in heaven now my Grandpa, my Daddy & my son Derreck. I like to think they are enjoying such things together. Fishing and hunting and cooking and campfire talking, all together once again.
I know that’s just my flesh wishing. Unable to truly comprehend heaven I hold onto images that bring bits of joy, albeit tinged with pain. Understanding that they are all three free of the pains they suffered here and are now enjoying things I cannot imagine in ways hidden from us.
This I believe. They each now have whatever it was they were searching for in this life. Their hearts are full, their minds at peace.