It started, as good quests always do, with a family tale.
My dad would have been 83 today.
He left us far too young.
He still had "miles to go", but cancer robbed him.
As a tribute to his life, and the catalyst for Finding Faulkner, I'd like to share a photoblog of his life with you. I'm not quite ready to honor him with words - his loss is still painful although it's been 10 years - but the photos make me smile .....
I will leave you with his favorite poem:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost
Sending thoughts your way. Thank you for sharing your Dad with us.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kay! ♥
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