This is a picture of Dad's pond. He built it for my Mother. I remember hearing about the dream when we were small--Mom and Dad would talk about what they wanted to do--it was a little pond which collected water in winter, dried up in summertime.
It is so lovely. Before he flew away to heaven, Dad loved to sit beside the pond with Mumsie.
I miss you, Daddy.
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Such a heart warming post of eternal love.
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