
Opal Child
-Linda Lee Lyberg
Born under a waxing moon
With a fiery spirit in her eyes
One look, her daddy swooned
When he heard his baby’s cry.

He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.” – Linda Lee Lyberg
He leaves 4 women behind: myself, as his oldest daughter, my own daughter, my half-sister, and her daughter. We each have our own memories of him. In all our cases, our memories of who he was reflect 4 completely different perspectives of one man. Who, exactly was this man who was my father?
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Autumn Equinox
-Linda Lee Lyberg

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