Reflection

I whistled today. Not that odd, but as I was whistling, I realized that I haven't whistled since my Dad died. We used to whistle songs together. I would start one, and he would finish it, or we'd go back and forth until the song was either finished or we couldn't figure out how the end went. I miss that. But why feel sad over something that would bring happiness? So, I was finishing up the shortcake for the strawberries we'll have tonight, I whistled as loud as I could, in hopes that he could hear me and wherever he is, he was whistled along with me.