For Dad – 11/26/31 – 4/30/09

My father died from ALS when he was 77 years old.

Dad was such a treasure, that had he lived to be 100, I would still say, You were taken from us too soon.

You are always missed

I walk,
like a shadow,
through my days,
wavering as the sun hits me.
Buildings block me;

I move.

There is a numbness to grief
that lasts long after other knowledge of loss eases.

It is in my soul
and hurts
just hurts

Like I have been separated from what is most basic to me.

There is an ease to grief
if you indulge in it.
let it flood you when it demands a tidal wave
let it be the embrace your heart feels.

I ache.
I ache with the loss of my father.
I ache.

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