• I tried to call you this morning. I woke up in tears, shaking, in the fetal position, and covered in sweat.
  • Reality sets in and now I’m mourning. That dream was so real, we were… We were… Ah, I’m already starting to forget.

  • Moments like this I used to give you a call. You weren’t one to tell me how to live my life, but you always told me exactly what I needed to hear.
  • Side note: I really haven’t been awake for long at all. Currently, I’m cooking breakfast, and contemplating cracking open a beer.

  • I remember your hug was magical. Well into my 20’s I’d collapse in your arms and feel a kid again. Your deep embrace never failed, it chased away all of my pain.
  • And your “advice”, so practical. Instead of telling me, you’d guide me, with questions that were thought provoking. I loved it at times, but I’m not gonna lie, sometimes this drove me insane.

  • Last time we spoke, we caught up a little and made plans to get together.
  • And just like that, our plans went from “the Saturday after next” to “never”.

  • The first of April, wait, isn’t that April fools day? C’mon Dad, this is taking things too far. When my phone rang again I was fully prepared to yell at you. I honestly thought “this is a bad joke”, I was pissed, this is a HORRIBLE trick.
  • I had to wait to get ride to the hospital that day. I sat by the door with my keys in hand, if I would have driven I surely would have wrecked my car. Somehow, I talked the doctor in to letting me see you…. I can’t keep writing about this, reliving this memory is starting to make me sick.

  • This “poem” doesn’t really rhyme. But aside from Poe you weren’t really a poem sort of man. And I’m sorry that this one flows like a shallow iced over creek.
  • I had to try to get it all out this time. I thought about writing more, but I don’t think that I can. I could have waited until later but then I might be too weak.
  • I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you had to go. We had so much more to say. Even more to do.
  • Ok, this was kinda long winded, I know. So, I guess there’s just one thing left for me to say… Dad, no words can accurately express how much I miss and love you.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Arousal Imagined says:

    So sorry to hear about your dad 😦

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, he passed a couple of years ago today.


    2. Arousal Imagined says:

      That must have been really hard. It’s nice that you dedicated a post to his memory

      Liked by 1 person

    3. Yea, thanks again, it might not be my last, we’ll see.

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for reading!

      Liked by 1 person

    2. CLEvangelism says:

      Of course!
      I loved this one. I’m sorry about the loss of your father.

      Liked by 1 person

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