Sacred Stories
The small building out back had been her dad’s man cave. They called it willeyville.
Her dad had passed, but she still loved the ambiance in that space.
She writes:
“I am out in willeyville lighting the fire and getting it warm because my sister is coming over and we are going to do a family craft project. While lighting the fire I heard a noise behind me and turned around and the door was open. I had shut that door. Welcome Dad!”
Especially at this time of year, notice happenings that remind us our loved ones are still loving us and enjoying our enjoying our lives.