A Poem For You, Dad

This is the 3rd year anniversary of my dad's death. It is getting easier but I still miss him and wish things had been a bit different.

I love that you made so many things for me
And that today many of them in my house I see.

I love that you let me mess up your black hair.
I hate that it turned gray and isn’t there!

I love you giving me piggy back rides.
But oh, I hate how fast the time flies.

I love that you were so nice to my friends.
Even though you wished the noisy parties would end.

I love that you accepted my husband, Gerard,
Even though he finds making and fixing things hard.

I love that you took in all those cats,
Loving them in spite of their elusive acts.

I love that you helped me complete my projects,
Whether in science, Awana, paintings or other objects.

I love that you were so protective, driving us all over the place,
Although at the time I preferred to ride with someone with a different face.

I love how you planned fun family outings,
Including my friend coming along with us always!

I love the pictures of when we were younger,
But also sweet memories of us growing older.

I love you were able to make or fix anything—just great!
Even eager to learn the computer at age 88.

I love that you were honest, generous, and kind,
Helping others without charge, paying no mind.

I love how you took care of mom when she was sick.
Insisting that by her side you would stick!

I love that you were self-sufficient to the end,
But hate that I found you in the bathroom dead.

I love that you didn’t have to go to a nursing home to die,
But hate that you died all alone without me close by.

I want you to know long ago I decided if I ever did have a boy,
I would name him Harry!

I hate that you’re gone, and still miss you terribly!

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To find out more about my book and why I wrote it, read the Foreword here.

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