Thinking of Him
I've stayed up thinking.
Working my mind around things,
What's happened to me,
What's shaped me,
What's made me who I am.
months ago.
He died,
Peacefully in his sleep.
We didn't know until the following morning
10 am.
I was getting ready for a date when i found out.
Ironic, huh?
I cried.
I stared at the walls.
I went for a walk.
I screamed.
I threw things.
I was angry.
So many deaths,
Such a small period of time.
Here's a tribute.
to one of the greatest men, I had ever met.
Who sang songs
While cooking the best food anyone had ever tasted,
Who told insane riddles
That no one could figure out,
No matter how hard they tried,
Who dressed like he was from the 1920's, but trying to blend in with the 21st century.
Here's to the world's greatest father,
Though he wasn't mine.
Here's to the best storyteller,
Who knew things that nobody else would know.
Here's to the smartest man I knew.
Here's to the man who taught me basic cooking knowledge.
Here's to the craziest philosopher.
Here's to the man who raised 5 great kids; one became a blacksmith, two are still too young to know, and the last two, the craziest, best siblings I have, even if I hate them sometimes.
Here's to the man who made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe every friday night while chasing the fireflies.
Here's to all of the wishes that never came true,
The ones that went like "Please, I want him back. I want this to be some cruel joke. Please, I just want him back."
I was never supposed to know him,
But aren't I glad I did.
He was the best man anyone could know.
He touched so many souls and so many lives...
I just can't believe he's gone,
A word I never knew the meaning of until 10 am on a Sunday.
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