I lost my Dad way to soon, but when would the time be right..
I lost my dear sister too, but maybe now they are in each others sight..
Life passes by so fast and we tend to take things for granted...
We hold on to the memories and the new seeds we have planted..
I do my best to fill in the gaps, but I still miss watching my dad nap..
I'm the one they seem to look too, they hold me so high I hope I can do..
So as I lay my tired head to rest, I hope they look down and know I'm
doing my best...For another day will start and on each shoulder I
shall hold their hearts.....
On the day you died the angels cried I
wasn't ready for you to go, although it was time
I couldn't watch you be put into that shallow littlw hole
The reception was lovely friends and family came
The truth is it is hard to watch your dad pass away
Flowers upon flowers crissoned your grave
The wind blew, the dust rose and in my heart I know
that it will be hard for me to go on
Oh how I miss you, you may never know but as long as
I am your child a part of you will still go on
I always knew that I was blessed to have te dad that I had
So maybe one day if the lord permits I will see you again
and we can pick up were we left off.
Dear Lord
i'm trying hard not to cry
but the tears are starting to well up in my eyes
13 years ago my dad had to go away
I was not alloud to go to say goodbye
I was not allwed to to go and grieve
for 23 hours earlier a new baby I did recive
if I could build a stair way straight to heavens' door
i'd do it just so I could see my dad just once more
I am happy for my son
his 13th birthday
his big special day
but it does not make the pain go away
I am doing all I can to stay strong
and memories of dad in my heart live on
I will keep smiling and do all that I can do
for I know my dad will want a party in heaven for James and my nephew Joseph too
I believe he's in the most beautiful place with you Amen.
MT 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
His Dad had been fighting for years.
Never knowing when to take up arms,
But always needing to be prepared for war.
The pain would begin slowly,
Only then to accelerate into mass fury.
Small heart attacks had become frequent battles.
It may have been arrogant on his part,
But he believed if the big one hit,
His presence could be his Dads safe net.
He found himself spending more evenings at home.
And on the night it happened he was there,
Watching Dateline on the couch a mere ten feet away.
He yelled for Mom while grabbing the aspirin.
There was no use, it happened too fast.
His Dads body lay limp, and the war was done.
Watching his Dad pass will not haunt him.
For he knows his presence brought serenity,
He has far too many good memories to allow distress.
His Dad is now with Jesus.
The battles are no more,
Praise God.