The Ides of March

Today is one of those days prime for reminiscence. This, the Ides of March, is the 3rd anniversary of having lost my daddy. I miss him everyday, but as the years go by and the ache begins to dull, I start to pinpoint those little things that I miss the most.

I miss his laugh....he had one of those chuckles that pulled you in and made you want to laugh too.

I miss his hands....he had a workers hands, rough and calloused, but his touch was always gentle.

I miss his wisdom....anyone who knew Tom Rose knew what a wonderful fount of wisdom he was. He always gave the most wonderful advice without seeming to direct you. He would simply give you his opinion and thoughts on any given situation and then let you make your decision.

I miss his hugs....he could squeeze you like no one else.

I miss his scent....daddy always smelled like outdoors and aftershave.


While I miss him, I know that he is safe in the arms of the angels and that I will one day get to see him again. Thank you God for that promise, thank you God for eternal life, thank you God for sending your Son to die on the cross so that I might live.

Thank you........