Seventeen years ago on November 11. About 6:11 a.m. He flew to meet the sun as it was coming up.
He left an awfully deep cavern in my heart that won't hold anything else but him.
I know he's with God, but there are days I would just really like for him to be with me.
I know I'll see him then, but there are days I want to see him now.
I know he wouldn't want to come back, but that doesn't seem to be able to stop me from wanting him to.
He was the greatest dad ever.
I miss him.
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