My dad passed away when I was 11. Time has helped somewhat... but I think of him still, every day. I wrote this for him Christmas, 2008. He was sweet, warm, kind, and so funny... he would joke with my friends and always went out of his way to be the most loving dad a daughter could ask for. His legacy is one of love, and life. He is in my heart always.
Dad,
I always think of you
every day...
but holidays like this
can make it a little harder.
I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
see the lights up in the square
the busy murmurs of people
shopping for their loved ones...
It seems almost perfect.
The tree, the lights,
the gifts,
the songs and plays
joyful vacation days;
but something's missing.
The voice that rang throughout the house
Christmas season
singing triumphantly, beautifullly
"O Holy Night"
I still can't listen to that song
without hearing
your strong voice
in my ears.
The hands that wiped my tears,
wrapped my Christmas presents
made his special "banana pudding recipe"
left me letters from Santa.
Oh dad... how I miss you.
I know they say time heals
and life goes on
and all those other wonderful cliches
that people always tell you
simply because they don't know what else to say.
I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.
I speak of you often
to my own little girl
want her to know
the grandpa she can't meet yet...
the grandpa who would love her so.
Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
I never got to say thank you...
for everything.
for helping me to be
the woman I am today.
I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.
I wish that you could know how much
you've always meant to me
and all the things that you have done
to shape my life, so positively...
But all that I can say,
is this:
Merry Christmas, Dad.
I love you.
Adding your comment: