First Snow

My Dad loved snow. Way back when AIM messenger was a thing his chat name was “let it snowlet it snow”. He loved that I went to college in the snow belt in Erie, Pennsylvania because it meant a lot of snow. 

Strangely, it even snowed, out of nowhere it seemed, on the day of his funeral. It was a beautiful, heavy snow that weighed down the branches of trees. We were sure it was a gift from God to comfort us. 

One thing I used to do often for the first snow was take a picture of it and send it to him. He always enjoyed it and told me to be careful.

So Dad, here’s a picture of this year’s first snow in Cleveland: