8:36pm November 22, 2014

I’m making an ancestor shrine.

And I’m really really pleased with that. I found a barn-wood picture frame for the photo of my dad, which fits him perfectly. And I’m waiting to find a picture of my great-grandma that doesn’t have other people in it. Right now I feel my best when I’m doing things that make remembering my dad more possible. It makes me feel like he’s still alive. And he is. He’s in my DNA. You can’t get more alive than that. One of my X chromosomes, presuming I’m XX (which can’t be presumed fully without genetic testing, but it’s most likely) comes entirely from him. That’s quite powerful when you think of it.