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
like a shadow,
through my days,
wavering as the sun hits me.
Buildings block me;
There is a numbness to grief
that lasts long after other knowledge of loss eases.
It is in my soul
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 with the loss of my father.
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