but this beautiful Iris makes me think of Fathers.
One day a few weeks ago my neighbor called and told me to come out front immediately. Bewildered, I hung up the phone and obeyed her instructions. My neighbor and her husband were standing over this Iris, her father's Iris. The Iris was now a tangible link to her father. He had loved and cared for this very flower and now, for this brief moment in time, it was here reminding us all of the love a little girl had for her Daddy.
Happy Father's Day to all the great Daddy's out there!
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I liked your iris story! It made me think what tangible-touchable ties do I have with my dad? Every time I check out a science fiction book from the library I think of him...
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