Father’s Day

Daddy was my confidant

The first to hold my hand

The strong shoulder I leaned upon

My daily a.m.

We planted things together

Stood back to watch them grow

He said I was his sunshine

He’ll always be my HERO,

He gave me a moral compass

Told me to be a guiding light

He taught the definition of integrity

And standing up for what is right.

He gave me my first engraved pen

Leather bound notebooks too

He said it’s just like praying

When you write it out of you.

He held me on his shoulders

So I could see the world

I traveled miles on his boot clad leg

So happy to be his little girl.

When the Parkinson’s came

It was my turn to hold

Those shaking hands

That somehow got old.

It was now my turn

To guide the way

To show him I loved him

Each and every day.

We went on adventures

To his childhood home

We’d sit and I’d listen

About the life he’d known.

Lord thank you for the laughter

That we shared everyday

He called me by name

Till he went away.

I’d sat with him

The day before

Holding tight to his hands

I sat on the floor.

We both dozed off

And I awoke to find

His tear filled eyes

Staring into mine.

He whispered

“Don’t worry, we’ll be alright”

I responded with

“Daddy, I’ll catch you, on the flip side.”

The  very next day

With all gathered round

When his pulse had ceased

And no heartbeat was found.

I held tight to his fists

And kissed his cheek

Then repeated the words

He’d said to me.

“Don’t worry Daddy we’ll be alright”

And at that moment

GOD vanquished his light.

I rejoiced with my Dad

When he was pulled from that room

Whispering “I’ll catch you on the flip side,

I’ll be seeing you soon.”

So my first year without him

This Father’s Day

I recall only the love

And how we’d say

“You are my HERO”

To this little girl

“You are my Sunshine”

You are my world ♥️♥️♥️

RaenellDawn

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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