Those vulnerable emotions

I did not feel loved by my parents when I was growing up.  There was too much confusion, anger, and sadness for my young and tender heart to handle well.  I was, however, convinced later that my Father did love me very much.  The conviction came rather late in my life, after he had passed away, and after I had a better understanding of myself, life, love, and loss.  And then I learned that when at the end of the day, driving home from work on a summer day, I would come to tears looking at the beautiful blue sky, and think of the people that had loved me and the life that was once shared.  It has been almost close to 20 years.  But the blue sky on a summer day still could break my heart.