Today is fathers day and I spent it spreading my Father's ashes at our family home. This place that we had grown up. I spent most of my time there with memories washing over me, wave after wave. I remember sitting underneath our bar stools and using the rung as a steering wheel, my father "pulling" me over for speeding and handing me his fake ticket. I remember his fake police car sounds and my impending smurf court appearance. I looked around me today and I could see nothing left of those times, only memories and deep deep heartache. I had to say goodbye and watch as others cried for my dad. I cried, I laughed and I smiled when I was told that it was and honor to have known my father, yes... yes it was.
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hey im not sure if ive asked you to read this one yet or not, so many of the people that i like to read or show my work to have changed there names on this site its really hard for me to remember whos who lol but if you havent read this already I really think youll like it alot its about my father, and what you wrote makes me think of happy times with my father too,
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5278751
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Great that you had so many fond memories of your dear old dad
Not just a father but a privelege to know him
You are so lucky
Remember him fo0ndly -
This is truly sad and made my eyes water...I hope that when my day comes for my ashes to be spread....people will be able to say the same thing about me, even if it's just one person that I have touched then at least I did at least 1 thing right in my life. Your father must have been such a great man, I'm glad to know he's in a better place and hope that you have the peace and comfort knowing the same thing.
God Bless.
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