My Journey

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and proclaiming, "Wow, what a ride!!!"

Monday, July 13, 2009

I miss my dad

Last night I came back from a party. A party filled with laughter and joy, it was so much fun, but by the time i was in bed my mood switched from happy/hyper to sad….. it was almost midnight, everyone was asleep, house was quiet, and all of a sudden, I was thinking of dad, The feeling was so strong and so overwhelming, almost unbearable. I suddenly realized how much I’ve missed him. No matter the days that have past.

People always say to me, as long as he lives in my memory, he will always be close by. Is that true? I sometimes wonder if that is just what people say to make me feel better. After almost 18 months, I can’t feel him anymore…

Dad by Judy Burnette

Dad...so many images come to mind whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy dayswhen I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems the sound has been erased.
Dad, who will I turn to for answers when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close when the pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads you would still be my choice.
Please always know I love you and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening in your home above;
Would you go and find my dadand give him all my love.