The sound of the shovel hitting the dirt conflicts with the fresh memory of his child-like smile.

The magic in your story touched my inner voice and I listened to your feelings. I know I'll read many more stories about the passing of loved ones but none could be any truer and human than this one. I'm feeling peaceful that you have such a beautiful story to tell. And with such a poignant choice of words. Your father’s love shines brighter than the sun for you always. What a blessing.