our steps...

This weekend as well as last, I've been in Käsmu stepping on stones my dad once stepped on years ago in his youth. It's been a bit of a spiritual journey as I reflect back on my life, as well as the journey my father once took from these shores.

Unfortunately my father is no longer here to share his experiences with me, however with each step, my mind's eye imagines his steps as he grew up here and stepped upon these same stones. With his friends, his brothers, and parents, how his life was so intertwined with this tranquil small village, only to be upset by the raviges of war.

I don't know much details about his journey from these shores to Finland, Sweden, and further abroad. All I really know is that he was my dad, and that his steps no matter how they were taken, has impacted lives, including with no doubt mine.

So it's a good place to reflect, even on these steps of mine, what impact, what legacy, they might leave behind...
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