I Miss You

My dad passed away yesterday. Although he had been sick for about as long as Daphne is old, his death came unexpectedly. We rest in the fact that he died in his sleep, and that he is no longer in pain.

But, gosh darnit, my family is struggling in sadness right now. I just wish I could tell him I love him one more time, and that he had so many gifts that were not given enough praise.

Here is a poem that we found at his house yesterday:

You should have known me then

Summer days spent at the pool

Hiding in a forest glen

Entertaining when I could

Riding with the light brigade

Chasing friends down the lanes

Sleeping on a windswept beach

Measuring the losses and the gains

Loves that came and never left

Carried still within my breast

Christmas Eves without a frown

Living in a tiny town

Watching and learning from them that know

A fireplace and silent snow

Always wondering when to go

So hard to say goodbye…

I think I knew this already, but today, I have been reminiscing on the truth of where a lot of my creativity comes from. He was a writer, a painter, a sketcher, a photographer, and a lover of music and film.

Hold on to your loved ones.