guiding light

Yesterday, I switched off the outside house light, so I was surprised to see it still on this morning. "Hey, how did that happen?" I asked my mom. "I turn it on every night," explained mom. "For Babi. So he can find his way home at night. It's so dark." Cue: My heart swelling. Sunday marks the two-year anniversary of my dad's death, and he's still front and center in all of our hearts. Isn't that the mark of a wonderful life?