One year has passed.
31,536,000 seconds and counting...
I miss you each and every day. These feelings are permanent, forever they’ll stay.
I still look to you for guidance and direction for life.
Sometimes these feelings, they cut like a knife.
I often think of the good times, when you were still here.
You would give me your insight, squashing my fears.
We’d sit there and banter and talk about sports.
We’d complain about the Sixers and who they'd put on the court.
“They call this the process? You’re outta your mind!”
“These players are bums! Is this all Hinkie can find?”
“How ‘bout those Phillies, they’ve been rebuilding for years.”
“Still reliving the moments from those championship cheers.”
“And the Philadelphia Eagles, still Super Bowl dry.” ( * )
“So many damn ring jokes, it makes a man cry...”
In my darkest of moments, you always found light.
As much as I hurt, you were there to help fight.
I ache for those moments, you were there by my side.
I’ll never fully recover, something’s missing inside.
I still use your ideas and words of advice.
As simple as pizza, the “hot bubbly slice.”
“Just hot enough to burn the roof of your mouth" You'd say, "that is the best...”
The man was a genius, he lived with such zest.
Your life skills are useful, I embrace them with pride.
Living each day trying to mirror your vision and stride.
When I get home, I put on my hoodie & sweats.
These moments I savor, they are the best.
I kick back the footrest and relax in a chair. I hear your voice loudly...
“It’s time for lounge wear!”
No matter how many months, weeks, days, hours, minutes or seconds pass, these memories are forever sealed in my heart.
No one can take them or rip them apart.
You were here and then gone, in the blink of an eye.
Leaving question so complicated, yet as simple as “why?”
One year down and a lifetime to go.
You are truly missed, Dad.
That much I know.
* The Philadelphia Eagles would go on to win Super Bowl LII.
|Dad "showing me the ropes" ~Thanksgiving (2016)|