The plane to Atlanta was late, which meant I would have to rush through Hartsfield-Jackson airport to catch my flight back to Houston. A long line had already formed behind the ticket desk of anxious individuals being rerouted to final destinations. I was tired and after taking a deep breath, asked the women in the seat next to me, to wake me if I fell asleep, so I wouldn’t miss the plane.
As I lightly slept, my dreams took me back to my healing circle experience in California the week before and the deep soul work and emotions I had experienced. At one of the circles, I had thought about my dad and his short prostate cancer journey, his courage, smile, and how I wished we had more time together. After that circle I’d gone out to the cliffs and wrote: “If I had only listened / To every word / Paid more attention to his wisdom / Maybe this journey / Would have been easier / But I didn’t / So now I have moments / When I wished I had a dad to call.”
I felt a light touch on my arm, and for just an instant thought, maybe it was my dad, as the women next to me said our plane had arrived. As I walked onto the plane, I thought about how much my dad had given me. Love you dad - billy
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