There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. - John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
Love you, Dad.
What a wonderful quote--thanks so much for sharing it!!
ReplyDeleteI stumbled upon you via the Book Blog Hop--Happy Weekend!!
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