As a kid I used to go to my family’s lot (which is now where our house stands) with my dad and my grandpa. While they cut down trees and cleared a spot for our house to go, I would play in the woods. I would catch toads, collect bugs, and jump in the leave piles my dad would make. One day I was running back to the car to get my sack lunch I had packed for myself and I came face to face with this doe. I literally was less than two feet away from it. As I looked into its eyes, I could not only see but feel the fear it had. After a couple of minutes of staring deeply into this deer’s eyes, I ran away to go find my dad and tell him what had just happened.
Nothing really happened as a result of this connection except whenever I see a deer I think of that moment when I stared into that deer’s eyes and how much fun I used to have with my dad and grandpa. Now whenever I see I deer I send a prayer up to heaven to tell my dad I miss him and love him.
P.S.: I am sorry Ms. Williams for all the blogs having to do with my dad. It’s just something that is constantly on my mind and it really helps just writing about him. I hope you don’t mind.
