If only…
We’d sit in lawn chairs
under a shade tree.
One that he planted
and tended.
He’d reach one hand out, take mine,
and he’d ask
“How are you, love?”
My Dad always called me that.
He’d tell me how his garden was doing.
And about his dog, Max.
Maybe we’d hull and
cut up some strawberries.
And maybe we’d
eat them together.
He’d ask me how my
car was doing.
I’ve been through
a couple of cars since he’s been gone.
But he’d know.
I’d tell him about
my kids.
The ones he’s not met in person
yet.
How Lyndsay is
such a smart girl,
bright and strong.
“A lot like you”,
he’d probably say.
How Derek is
a sensitive, sweet, smart, and
athletic young boy.
How much fun they’d have
watching trains together.
How Allison is
such a cutie pie.
How she’s got everyone
wrapped around her finger.
And how she loves to ham it up.
He’d tell me to
take care of my mom.
To love Dave.
To wipe all the snow
off my car before
driving.
He’d tell me all about
my baby -
the one with him in heaven.
I’d thank him for all he did for me.
For loving my mom.
For loving me.
For loving God.
For being the best Dad in the world.
I’d tell him
how much I miss him.
And how I can’t wait
to see him again.
And to join him for the party in heaven.
Pamela said,
January 16, 2009 at 4:20 pm
hugs for you.
intensesimplicity said,
January 18, 2009 at 10:42 pm
I miss my dad too…I know
Heather said,
January 25, 2009 at 4:47 pm
Thanks for the real words Steph. It reminds me that the real party begins in Heaven and no matter what “His love never ends, his mercies never cease, all are new each morning.” Blessing to you……
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