Thursday, February 21, 2013


Love is complicated.

It's not simple, universally "good," or always tangible.

This is me and my dad. I think this is the summer of 2008. He passed away in February 2010. Everyday he is present with me in my decisions, in my actions. He wasn't always perfect or "good." Not every memory I carry is positive. And he knew this about love. In his pragmatic perspective, love just was... He was full of grace but he also had high expectations. I love him dearly....and in saying that, I can feel the deeply complexity of the word.


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