Hey Dad

What fun it was tonight to see someone at a wedding in a kilt and explain to my husband what it meant, and to say how I would love to have my father's kilt while knowing that what I want I have already and

to look at the chip out of the skin on my hand with the knot and the bruise around it and to think of his hands and how chipped up they were and how he, like me, was not able to say where his wounds came from. What an honor

to think of his sons, one who I know loved him just the same way I did though we never talked about it till he was gone and the other who I know is doing what he thinks it right, fine men both of them and his daughter

safe and happy at last.