The Day I Lost Dad
My Dad was known by everyone
As a fisherman “first class”
No matter who he took with him
At catching fish, he kicked ass
Dad had a bad heart already
He’d suffered one heart attack
He said, if I have another
I don’t want to make it back
Well that exactly what happened
He’d gone fishing alone
Across the lake he heard a shot
And a man making a groan
Then he heard someone cry for help
He paddled quickly to shore
Then ran up the hill to his car
His bad heart could take no more
He used his police radio
Called for help and told them where
They found him slumped over the wheel
When the aid car got up there
The man accidentally shot himself
While he was hunting that day
The aid car got there soon enough
So today, he is OK
Doc had told Dad: “take it easy,
Overdo it and you’ll die”
Still he did what he had to do
Dad was just that kind of guy
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