The majestic oak where Dad used to play, a monument to the past.
The tree where I scraped knees, fashioned dreams, and enjoyed summer breezes whistling through branches.
“Mom, look at me!” my son shouts gleefully from above.
This tree welcomes us home, now that my Father no longer can.
Lisa Chambers is a Texas girl grateful for roots that run deep.
Love this and the tree.
Thank you, Helen!
and the roots of this tree run deep, too 🧡
They absolutely do! 💕
An epic story in just 50 words! Love your title!
Thank you for the kind comment, Stephen!
Lovely tribute.
Thanks, Edythe.
What a beautiful tribute to your father, Lisa. Loved it!
Thanks so much, Susan! ❤️
You are truly gifted. Lovely tribute to your Dad
Thank you for commenting, Julie. Appreciate it! 🙂
Our memories are sweet bridges that connect the past to all our tomorrows. Thank you, and much Love❤️
What a lovely sentiment and so true, Deberah! 💕