Another Dad poem

It's one of "those" days.
I have decided, after to talking to some of co-workers, that I am not going to attend my co workers father's wake.
I just can't do it.
I don't want to be the girl balling her eyes out & everyone wondering why.
I also don't think that's fair to Michelle.
I will write her a card.

But I've been writing about you too Dad.
I can't put into words how badly your absence hurts.
It physically hurts my heart.

I write on here like you can actually read it :)


But I just wrote this for you.

( Yes, at work .....oh well)



As the days goes by I only miss you more.
I cry so much & it hurts to my core.

You were so much more then just my Dad
You were my friend, my rock, all that I had.

There are so many days I want to talk to you
But that’s no longer something that we can do.

Yes, I speak to you when Im all alone
But I miss your voice on the other end of the phone.

They say “time will heal” the pain in my heart
But I know that’s not true because we are apart.

I think of you in the mornings, before I start my day
And I ask you for your guidance in any sort of way

I think about you later at night, when one of us would call
And it always makes me sad to know I can’t do that afterall.

I’d give anything for one more talk, just any little thing
But I’ll always have the smiles that your memory always brings.