I Was Here

When my father passed away, I found among his papers, books, and notes an index card with the words "Don was here" scribbled in his recognizable scrawl. A little joke, probably just testing his pen, but it made me think about the temporary nature of it all, of us. We are here-blink-we are gone. But while we are here, we reach out, we communicate, we touch, we feel, we love ... we are here.

I was here, too. See me. Feel me. Hear me.

I am here now.