I miss my Dad today.
His hats decorate the top of my TV, and I am absently watching OWN while re-writing css code on my mom's website. Oprah asks an old monk what does he think happens when we die, and he responds with a beautiful metaphor describing how life resumes in new forms. What is a cloud in the sky today can tomorrow be reformed into rain, snow or ice. If you love a beautiful cloud in the sky, you must not be sad when it dissipates. For then you may miss it calling to you in the rain, saying, "Darling, darling, can't you see me in my new form?"
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