I just wanted to share the stars

Almost two years ago, my parents had a slight flooding problem due to my brother's inattentiveness. Since their bedroom was the most affected, they had to relocate to the bedroom Sis and I shared for 18 years.

When I came home from Burbank on a visit, the first thing my dad said to me was, "Who put the stars up on the ceiling?" I thought he would be angry that we ruined the paint or something, but then he continued, "It's the most peaceful thing to do...sleep under the stars." He couldn't stop talking about it! If you knew my dad, then you're aware that when he really REALLY liked something, he would never shut up about it. He was just awestruck by some haphazardly placed glow in the dark stars the we stuck on the ceiling by jumping up and down on our beds. I loved the stars too, but after years of sleeping under them I took them for granted. 

Tonight, as I stare up at the same stars, all I can think about is my dad, sleeping peacefully underneath them not so long ago. And it might just be me, but tonight they're shining just a little bit brighter than they normally do.

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