Over that Spot by Raymond A. Foss
I keep thinking of you, each time we drive over that spot, that marker on the highway that place in time, in space, where your life came to an end that cold, icy night, so long ago
So much has changed, in these many years the land no longer as it was then, so different our lives have moved on as well; but I think of you often, and every time I go over that spot, that piece of ground where your time ran out
I hope you see me now, and the family God has given me the changes in my life, and the journey I am on. I miss you dad.
May 11, 2008
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