Impossible for me to fully understand the depth of loss you describe here. You have touched my heart, and I count myself fortunate that my father, who I love dearly, is still as vibrant and alive at seventy one, as I remember he was when my sister and I were children.
I know the time will come, but I refuse to reflect on that moment, the thought is inconsolable.
Beccy.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
It was an immeasurable loss, considering I was only six and vaguely remember anything about him. I .. read moreIt was an immeasurable loss, considering I was only six and vaguely remember anything about him. I have one photo of him holding me when I was one or two, and I've built my world around it! Thank you for reading this one, Beccy. Bless you!
My dad was in the navy when I was small, and my mom divorced him because he was never around. She married another guy when I was three or four, and that one, I had no love for. He didn't like me, either.
He seemed to enjoy beating me. My dad would come on weekends, to take me with him to visit my grandma in Woodville (Hopkinton), Massachusetts, where I was truly happy. My grandma loved the Beatles (my mom hated them), and her favorite song was Yellow Submarine. She was a Ringo gal all the way, me gram.
My daddy died a couple of years ago from a brain hemmorage, and I'll miss him forever.
I wish you'd been able to know your daddy like I knew mine. So sad.
This makes me sad. All the longing children and missing parents makes for sunrises that are too dull. I always envied kids who had two loving, involved parents. An excellent poem.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
I always envied friends who had both parents, too. It's a loss that continues to resonate through my.. read moreI always envied friends who had both parents, too. It's a loss that continues to resonate through my adult years. Thank you most kindly, Sam!
Lovely eulogy. I believe when folks die they still live in another existence, I think he's watching you as God works out his plans.
I hope you really did know your father, we humans are a mixture of deep relationships and experience, genetic heritage and to some extent, its expression is due to our behavior (epigenetics).
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
I wish with all my heart I did, too. Thank you, Christos!
Great poem...this reminds me of a friend I knew years ago...I was talking to her dad on Facebook about a year ago and I asked him how his daughter was keeping (they'd moved away when she was small). He said he hadn't seen her since she was little as he'd got divorced and it had gotten pretty bitter and his daughter had turned against him..always wondered how it would have affected her not seeing her father and how it had affected him not knowing if she was married, had kids etc
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
My Dad died when I was very young, so I have very little of him, as far as memories go. I am cogniz.. read moreMy Dad died when I was very young, so I have very little of him, as far as memories go. I am cognizant every day of the void it left in my life...and in my heart. Your perspective pretty much drives home the importance of that relationship - to both parties involved. Thank you, George!
It is a special bond. I am so proud of my daughter, and I hope some if I've done my job right one of them will write something like this about me. Heartfelt and wonderful.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
And I'm certain she is just as proud of you! Thank you, Crowley!
Reflective with such longing and respectful thoughts, yes, a loving daughter forever admires and looks up to the first very important man in her life!
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
A daughter's first love is her father, and every day I am still reminded of it. Thank you most kind.. read moreA daughter's first love is her father, and every day I am still reminded of it. Thank you most kindly, Tom!