My dad
Portraits of my father scattered here and there in my home...memories of times gone by.Mostly good times with my dad. Looking back now it almost seems like a dream. I was only seven years old when he passed away.
I did not even know the concept of death till he left us......and when I realized that he would never be coming back my world was shattered.
If I could talk to him now I would say thank you for believing in me, thank you for having faith in me and most of all thank you for showing me what it means to be a role model.....I love you dad
What would you say to a loved one you miss if given the chance?
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He also looks handsome in the picure..
I also lost my dad and have several photos up of him in my home, I like to remember the good times and keep believing there are still men like that in the world..
and love her.
I could not have asked for a better dad then the one I had just as your dad sounds like he was also a great role model. I like to believe that....no, I know that great men like our dads are out there
You brought a tear to my eye......thats very sweet.
your dads heavy on your mind these days hope you is ok???
leisend to your song bear.. i love lorrie not heard her for awhile .. great song
I am ok....thanks. My dad was the only person in my family who I felt a connection with. Why I miss him so much but I know that he would tell me to "be strong" and he would want me to be happy
love her voice
iam sure your dad, has you close to his heart even now.
I know if he can come back for even a hour or a day
He would take your hand, place near his heart
Tell you how proud he is,to have you as his Daughter
Here is a poam for you.
For My Daughter
by Marvin Rabinovitch
Before the natal waterslide
Immersed you in the pool of birth,
I dreamed your pageant on this earth
As cherub, tomboy, scholar, bride.
My heart's your plaything, woman child,
Your windup toy, your music box -
For of its massive, steel-bolt locks
The combinations have you dialed.
And even when you most annoy,
I can't help smiling at your nerve;
As if the impudence you serve
Adds tartness to my dish of joy.
Strange as it may seem your poem means a lot to me....thank you so much
iowa,
Thank you and just like you I try to do the same in honor of my father's memory. Its not easy and I will never be what he was but I try to follow in his example
Father is a gift of God, unluckly my father died before my birth in this world, even i didn't see my father but i have feelings for him. In all stages of my life i missing my great father........
Regards
Npesk