by your daughter
When night falls the loneliness creeps up on me. Why does the darkness cast such a pall?
Hi Dad! What’s up? (Sure hope it’s not a computer problem. Those are hard for me to help with over the phone.)
I hear your frustrations but not to worry – somehow we’ll figure it out. We always do. Well – we did.
So many questions I still want to ask you.
Why did you start to wear a wedding ring after all these years? And why is it on your right hand. Who is that in the old picture in the corner? Did you make your next doctor’s appointment?
I’m just sad. So sad.
So happy I had those hours in the hospital with you. We talked a lot. You slept a lot.
I was nervous a lot and worried about what was to come. And it did come.
Got to I tell you I love you a bunch of times. Told you about who was praying for you. Said the Rosary with you too. The Glorious Mysteries – “Absolutely!” you said when I asked if that was okay.
I think I heard you tell the devil to get outta here twice and then you said a really nasty “shut up”. Good – he was gone.
You told me you wanted a big party like Mom’s. With two, count ‘em, two hours of open bar so people would be happy. And each would get a copy of O – your book.
You told me you wanted it published. I wonder who will do that? But you and I both know.
As the night falls I try to do things to keep me busy. Busy so I don’t think about how sad I am.
I played tennis the day you died – just to keep it away. I think you would understand that. You did the same thing – keep going to keep the darkness away.
But now you are gone.
So here’s a poem for your website. The site you made for people missing their lost loved ones.
Who knew it would be you?