AN EMPTY FATHERS DAY.

​First fathers day for a long time that I've not been desperately sad about the loss of Molly.
She's with us all the time
Through music, art, poems, stories
She's everywhere
She's totally interwoven in both of our lives
Her Memorial isn't a place or a monument not even a tree or a bench
Molly lives in so many ways
Through so many people
There's not a day goes by without I don't see her handprint but also I feel her presence, she is strong and powerful.
My beautiful Angel of dreams
My second child
Born sleeping
For Eternity