Loved and Lost

When I open your book of life, what do I see. A daddy and a man, sent from God just to me. Your life before me was not all play, you worked hard for life~family and country. You were there to help with homework, then came your own style of dance lessons. Shopping was a real treat, you would let me pick out what I really wanted. You were the one who helped me with my pets, even going to the vets. Naturally my skates came from you, a huge surprise that lit up the room. You taught me many things, like a quitter never wins. As you got older so did I, my school alarm clock was you awaking me with hot coffee bedside. I remember when you handed me the car keys, you also handed me a coin. You said, put this in your shoe so you can call in an emergency. I can still see you clowning around at our wedding, making me laugh on my very special day. It was hard to say good bye, when I was moving far away. Weekly phone calls did help, our talks would give us both some pep. One day a call came in, your dad has been hurt. A plane I needed to catch, to get there before you were gone. Dad saying goodbye was very hard, how does one say this to their very own hero. I will not say goodbye, until we meet in heaven dad~my hero~my best friend. Date Written: 1/22/2023