To my Father on this day marking seven years since his passing.
To the sound of your laughter, and the silence of my tears, To the warm summer days, and the passing of these years, To every single rocket that fills an evening sky, and the reflection of the lights in every child's eyes, For all the special little things you used to say and do, I am eternally grateful for the time I shared with you.
I miss you horribly, Grehule But I'm doing okay.
~~Hold sacred the enduring gifts of love. Remember everything.~~
5 comments:
sorry for your sadness.
Thank you Melissa...
~Dona
Beautiful, I can't imagine your heartache...your in my thoughts girl.
It is through your words, thoughts and stories you tell about your father that will make sure he is not forgotten. It is the history that we leave behind, that will ensure our name lives on.
Tell the stories to anyone that will listen, maybe even, tell us 'here'; I know, he'll smile when you do.
May he R.I.P in a better place.
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