Flash in the Pan
A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights
by Barbara Toboni
Everyone has been harassed by them; the small insects that sometimes swim directly in front of you while you're trying to focus on a task. Today while at the computer this small bug circled my head, landed on my glasses, dove for my hands, tickled my arms, and settled on the keyboard. Notice me, it whispered. I tried to catch it, swat it, brush it away, but it winged back, Notice me.
Just this morning, October 9, I had thought about my father while walking the dog. Today would have been his 82nd birthday. I silently wished him a happy day. I searched for a sign that he heard me. What do people do for their birthdays after they die, Dad?
He loved sailing. Would he go for a cruise...tinker with his car...barbecue at the beach...watch the sunset?
Literally the sky was the limit in heaven, wasn't it? Couldn't he do whatever he pleased?
That's why I was so delighted to note that he had come to visit me.
Barbara Toboni lives in Napa, California. She remembers blissful days with her father sailing on his boat, "Summertime," when her family lived on the island of Guam.
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