Easter and Spring

Today is the first Easter without dad. My dad always loved this time of year -- springtime, when the dead of winter was finally over and everything was suddenly alive and anew again. Dad loved spring for green trees and blue skies, chirping/singing birds, pretty vibrant flowers, the warmth and brightness of the sun, for so many things. Though I miss him terribly I know he is somewhere now even more wonderful than spring. I can picture him there walking upright and without a cane, his hair dark and face young again, his ears able to hear every little sound, his mind strong and clear, and his heart feeling the sweet peace of finding his way home. Happy Easter Dad! I love you.