Imagination

I imagine you -short-light skinned-sober. I imagine what you could have been to me--a role model--a friend--a father. Did you like sports? Did you like music? To dance? Were you a hard worker? I can't fathom how you felt. The embarrassment. The shame of your earthly plight. I imagine that someday when we’re all called Home, my questions will finally have answers. Until then--imagination from my Heavenly Father is all I have to rely on.