Sep 24th, 2006 by Jesse Moore
It takes a certain level of comfort to share silence…
To be fair, it’s not completely silent. It’s almost 8pm on a Sunday night - Kami is feeding Selah, my mother is keeping them both company, and my dad and I are sitting in the waning light listening to Bob Dylan. It’s one of the things that we have in common - to be more accurate, it’s something that was passed to me, my inheritance. My middle name is Dylan, and despite my grandmother’s claim otherwise, it wasn’t because of my parents reverance for Marshall Matt Dillon in “Gunsmoke.”
Bobby D. Bobby Zimmerman. The man had his flaws, his demons, and more than his share of redemptions. Right now I don’t care. It’s something that I share with my dad, and maybe (eventually), it’ll be something that I can pass on to Selah.
Thanks mom and dad, for taking the time to visit us, and your new grand-daughter. I’ll start her on a regimen of “Slow Train Coming” as soon as she starts sleeping through the night…
Like the song goes, “That’s the ‘good stuff’”! Tell your mom and dad, “hello”.
WOW! you are amazing at putting your feelings/thoughts into words, sooo gifted. T