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When Dad got Leukemia, he put up a fight.
He took chemo but lost his battle 12 years ago tonight.
After months of taking chemotherapy, he died.
He couldn't beat cancer even though he tried.
He died less than two hours before the fourteenth of July.
He was a good provider and that's something I can't deny.
When a person loses a parent, it's always sad.
Twelve years ago, I had to say goodbye to Dad.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died 12 years ago tonight on July 13, 2013]
There's a house, enormous and aimless.
But there's a mural on the wall that's shameless.
It shows a little girl
In her dress that twirls,
Crazy though she seems.
In her eyes, hurt beams.
Her father just stands there,
Getting nowhere.
His back turned on her.
It's all just a blur.
But his eyes are so cold,
Saying things so cruel and untold.
Although her lips are sealed,
However, they still squealed:
"Dear Father,
I'm not a bother,
I'm not crazy,
I'm your little Stacy."
Doesn't she know she won't get a reply?
Why does she even bother to try?
Is she mad?
Or sad?
Or bad?
Who knows?
Life can be so very sad,
sometimes making me mad.
I am missing my dad,
when you were here I was always glad.
At times like this,
I Choose To Dwell In The Clouds~sending you a kiss.
Life can be so very happy,
sometimes making me sappy.
I Choose To Dwell In The Clouds of blue,
up here I have a great view.
I love to see the fluffy clouds of white,
hiding behind the sun so bright.
I Choose To Dwell In The Clouds light,
dwelling here makes me want to write.
It’s been almost five years since you’ve been gone
It’s hard to believe it’s really been that long
Memories of you often haunt my mind
As grief can be painful and unkind
Today, I stopped for a visit to your grave alone
And stared at your name, forever etched in stone
My raw emotions are now swirling like a storm
Cutting my heart as if tiny glass shards did form
I was not prepared for your time to abruptly end
You were my biggest support, My Dad and godsend
You entered my life when I was only four years old
That part was kept a secret, until later when I was told
As I sit and hear the birds happily sing on this sad day
And admire the fountain that you loved in every way
I smile as I realize it’s across your stone in plain view
Your peaceful desire to be near the fountain came true
I remember past days of walks and talks with you here
A special place of memories I hold close and dear
Your name is etched in stone and forever in my heart
It’s never easy when a beloved parent must depart
May you rest in peace Dad as you enjoy the view everyday
And I hope and pray to be able to see you again someday
I died today,
I felt myself just drifting away,
The sky was blue as I walked through a green green park.
I walked slowly, I didn't worry that I might be late,
I was so relaxed as I went toward that golden gate,
And standing right there, my Mum, my Dad and my beautiful daughter too.
I never felt this good as I looked up and recognised you,
I thought everything would be gloomy and sad,
But now I am back with you, I know things are not so bad.
You said I reminded you of my mother.
We both liked to argue, you said.
Did you ever love her?
You said I reminded you of my mother,
in a tone that echoed of dread.
More attention was spent on my brother.
You said I reminded you of my mother,
for of the same blood we bled.
You said I reminded you of my mother.
Did you ever love her?
Your stark tone echoed with dread.
We both liked to argue, you said.
More attention was spent on my brother.
You said I reminded you of my mother.
There has never been or will ever be another.
I'm really sad
I miss you, dad
The bond we had.
My body is an ear.
Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound.
In other directions.
Towards another mouth.
Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound.
Mouths that speak without a plan for other mouths.
Earless mouths.
Blathering on until they forget why they opened.
Holes from which echoed flatulence reverberates.
Unmeant for perception.
Meant only for sensation.
To be and for others' not to be.
As if,
As if another,
As if others would dare.
They; the non-playable characters would dare,
To perceive your sensation and respond.
Deaf to the tones you cannot even sing,
Despite the fact that you think you're a Lyrebird.
The only joy you provide is the thought that you think yourself other than a birdless liar; thinking it can think.
Your soul will rot in the brine you drown it in; nothing with a hint of you.
star in the sky
there before me
I thought would always be
now gone
to a sky
My Dad was the best
He was there when I needed him most
He was my best friend
He helped me through hard times
He loved me no matter what
We would go for rides together
We would catch at least one
Florida Gator baseball game
in the spring time for awhile
He was my movie buddy
The movies mom didn’t want
to see we went and saw
I remember all the trips to
the mountains to stay in a
cabin in Northern Georgia
All the trips to the Blue Ridge
Skyline Drive and Great Smokies
We went as far north as Niagara Falls, Canada
When I was in school my Dad
was my math tutor
He was good in math
But I definitely wasn’t
I remember when I liked to
watch a lot of ice skating
My Dad got tickets to
an ice skating event with
Scott Hamilton
I enjoyed even though
we were in the nose bleed section
My Dad wasn’t perfect
But he was still awesome to me
He was my best friend
And I will forever remember him
Love you Dad
I’ll see you again in paradise
Robert Paul Rodeheaver
11/22/47 - 07/14/24
Something happened eleven years ago that was sad.
After he battled Leukemia for many months, I lost Dad.
I thought he'd live longer but he died at the age of sixty-five.
He took chemotherapy for over 18 months but he could no longer survive.
When he died, I had to say goodbye.
I lost him in 2013 on the 13th of July.
Dad couldn't beat Leukemia even though he tried.
It was terrible because 11 years ago today, he died.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died 11 years ago on July 13, 2013]
You have never understood the fear in my voice, shaking and quivering, for life
i begged for my dad
dripping bloody,
pants, underwear running low dangling on my knees
"please pick me up, im..maiden lane..? i'm scared dad. it's dark. and i don't know where i am please.."
i cried
aching painfully,
"i'm on my way, stay right there. telephone box?"
"mhm.." i cried like dying dog.
the click of the phone as he hung up,
pained into my creeping silence
i swallowed into myself,
dripping in the puddle of blood,
that stains my underwear dangling at feet
i press for the pain to mellow but
of course, it doesn't
and blur my vision into the tears streaming bloody hot down my cheeks
feeling my burnt blonde hair and smeared mascara along and in my eyes
the date did not end well
especially when i had to cry to my dad to take me home
If only you knew the struggles I have had,
many were very sad.
My kind and loving dad,
knew I was never bad.
I should have kept a notepad,
about the people that made me mad.
If only I had not worn plaid,
I could now sell it in a for sale ad
Dad was going to repaper the wall.
Mum held the ladder, so he did not fall.
Will it be done by noon?
Dad smiled and did say "soon".
Speaking loud “keep it level” Dad did call.
Mum unhappy - planned it red all along.
Dad "asked what made you sad, Wow what is wrong?"
He completed the deed.
It's a rest he did need.
"Pink?" said Mum"I want it redder, so strong!"
Our friend Mr. Ed was a talking horse.
We remember him with tears of remorse,
But, children, please try not to be so sad.
There are excellent reasons to be glad!
While we strain to recall a word he said,
Take heart - consider, it’s better he’s dead.
The parts of him that were both fast and true
Still hold quite as fast in our Elmer’s glue.
We can ride our new horse through the heather
On a saddle made from his fine leather.
What’s left over is an essential cog
In a sound diet for our talking dog.