My Dad

Last year I lost my Father, my hero, my friend. Now there's a hole in my heart that I know will never mend. His smiling face, his helping hand are some of the things I miss. How I wish that once again I could give him a hug, give him a kiss. I miss the smell of his cologne, I miss the songs he used to sing. My life's just not the same Without the happiness he'd bring. Though I am thankful for the memories of all the joyful times we had. I still miss my hero, my friend, I miss my Dad. 07/01/2009