Daddy and I would stand behind your crib, taking turns to watch you fall asleep, your eyelashes fluttering until shut in a goodnight kiss. We stayed nearby in case you needed us to pet your thick, dark hair or hold your hand.
Today marks the twelfth anniversary of my beloved father’s death. This blog is a chapter of my memoir, The Reckoning of the Black Butterfly. May the memory of Frank. T. Snyder be eternal.
In remembrance, give thanks. Those are the profound words that stir my heart and soul every Memorial Day. Over the 2013 Memorial Day Weekend, my family experienced a mini-miracle. For years I hoped to recover something we lost in 2006. Here is the tale of lost crosses, faithful reunions, and thankful memories that are eternal. Continue reading “Lost and Found – Memorial Day Reunion”