Camden —

The woman, aged so gracefully, sits now in his rocking chair, overlooking Penobscot Bay. ‘It’s a beautiful day’ he always used to say. Now 75 years old, she sits, reading from an old notebook, found in a box full of old things. She reads of a ‘beautiful day’ shared with her father, ‘daddy’, over 70 years ago.

It was an early September day and the sun was shining bright. They had lunch outside then played on the swings. She showed him the flowers in the garden then went down the slide one last time. He had to go.

Of course, she could not recall the actual day, but these words brought her back to that playground and vague memories of those special times.

He had to go...We all have to go. I miss him.

The woman is my daughter, the notebook, mine.

Capture what you can, for these things will fade away.

JPH