“. . .Thou art thou, and here am I.”

I’m surprised at feelings I’ve had since I began writing Dear Dad letters.  Sometimes I’m afraid I’m trying to get something from Dad that he can’t give me.  I don’t think I am.  I definitely feel I’m ‘out there,’ in the driver’s seat without a finished roadmap, uncertain where this will lead.

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