As I light a single candle to remember my father - I'm reminded of how he loved the landscape...how he lived for the early morning sun.

Twenty-five years. It's been.

It happenedjust yesterday...and it happened too many moons...and a lifetime ago. Time is beyond my grasp and measure.

The sun rose then. It rises today. In an instant - everything changed. And yet - it has all remained exactly the same.

It was. It is. It will be.

I re-turn and re-visit the same lessons over and over. Life has a strange way of surprising.

It does go on.

And - I will forever hear my father's voice in the quiet of that morning sun.