An Edited Masterpeice is Always Short of Amazing

I keep collecting pieces of my father’s life, favorite moments and trinkets of time, then try to tie them back together to recreate his presence.  A compilation of sayings preserved in a data base to reconstruct a perfect dialog; only to have long talks with myself and edit his voice in later for believability. 

​Resurrecting the image of someone you love is easy, but bringing the truth back to life is impossible.   Although he became something perfect in my reconstruction, the ideal I have built is far less lovable than the man I remember.