For Father's Day

Happy Father's Day dad's. Okay, here is my super cheesy, fifth-grade style poem about my dad who past away in 2007. Oddly enough I wrote this around Mother's Day and decided to save it. Considering the fact I just arrived home from a visit back where I am from some of the memories good and bad are still fresh in my mind. Thoughts of the accident are still hauting. But, I am happy on this day, for it is just a day and I was lucky enough to have him in my life 22 years. Not everyone thought highly of my dad, not everyone knew him now did they!

{ me and my dad the day I was born}

Losing never feels like winning.

Especially when it’s you I’m missing.

After hearing of you dying,

I didn’t do much else but crying.

Excepting you were gone was anything but the norm.

Goodbye.

Goodbye to the talks we had hours long.

Goodbye to the walks, picking berries all morn’.

Goodbye to the man I identified with.

Cause you were my dad, and you weren’t half bad.

You and I were alike in so manys ways

You were my sounding board you could say.

Thanks for being my dad, the best you could,

For saying hearing from me was like Christmas,

the last words we did speak

Is there hope for those who will one day feel this too?

Yes, because time can’t bring you back, but it does heal all wounds.

I can honestly say through sometime so hard and something unfair. I have grown stronger and at least in this moment consider it a gift.