Gemotions

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls. Mark was surrounded by his father’s things, and the list rested on the mantle, reflecting the firelight. He felt a profound internal ease.

*Go camping in the mountains.* Mark could almost hear his father's hearty laughter. He pictured him, a seasoned outdoorsman, effortlessly navigating the wilderness. The air felt charged with memories and a sense of belonging.

The second entry: *Read all of Shakespeare’s plays.* Mark grinned, remembering his father’s dramatic readings in the living room. He felt a wave of affection wash over him. His father lives on.