Sep 22, 2010
My brother-in-law Karsten posted this song on 9/11. I couldn’t help owning it for today, Felicity’s birthday, three years later.
The line that makes me cry today:
Your house is waiting…for you to walk in.
I never saw her steps. What I wouldn’t give to watch her walk into our house–watch her strut around the place without a care about mortgages, utilities, broken stuff. It would just be her home, that safe place she calls hers.
But, I’ll join her at her place someday. And somehow…somehow I won’t regret all the years we spent apart.
Today I do.