The Human Soul

What are humans but flesh and bones.

Emotions flooding from the innards and seeping out to find a response, an interlocking connection with another human being add on more to just flesh and bones. Soul. We got soul.

After finishing Alison Bechdel's Fun Home at 3am, I cried for ten minutes. My thoughts drape on the void in my life that can never be filled, the void of my growing up with my father. I long for the times when my father could view me as an adult and share his life experiences. I miss the delicate bond that ties a daughter and father closely. Where are you, Daddy? The piggy back rides, the Crayonic drawings of you, the photos of you and me on the playground, the lesson of perseverance in the swimming pool....I remember, but plead for more.

Daddy, I miss you!