From the future, for your past...

Crying from behind the glass. Being unable to stop the into-the-wall beating the graying German was performing on her. Unfettered crying from behind the steering wheel, of the auto's glass; It was the first time I had truly connected with her heart and mind.

Our futures were out there, waiting, I was 25 at that time. We couldn't wait for the world; intoxication in love, freedom and learning became our lives. We recall so many things real, some not as much. Dream phrases never spoken, lives not altered for what reason only you may know, as I surely could not have without the full experience of living.

As I left for work that day back in 1983, after that graying Schnauzer would hurl you, your 19-month-old-little girl death grip, holding tight to the worn gym sock as she had a worthy opponent. You crashed the wall at decibels that woke cemetery residents; laughter reigned its echo throughout the house. If a soft butt-sit onto your Huggies, NOW the tears and demands of recompense. The sock was now yours.

We played that day when I was 25, seeing the hurt as I must leave; crying from behind the glass of that car,I experienced what ever father accepts.

Now, crying from behind the glass as you leave..

 Tag. You're it.

  Dad