Rambles
I miss you Dad
So much that my breath catches
when I think of you.
When I hear your name
or see an old photograph
I break down on the inside.
You raised me, taught me, and
loved me when you didn’t have to.
You chose me to be your daughter.
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I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Please hear me.
Please know that I love you.
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I’m mad at you for leaving.
Why did you leave?
Why did you get sick?
You didn’t deserve to get sick?
Come back to us!
Who’s going to sing “I’m a lonely frog” or that song about a peanut in a tree?
Who’s going to give my kids everything they
want even after I say no?
Who’s going to give me a box of chocolate covered cherries
for Christmas just so they can eat them?
Who’s going to fix something in my house when it breaks?
Who’s going to supply me with endless Pepsi’s and Dr.Pepper?
Who’s going to alway have Reese’s peanut butter cups in the fridge?
Who is going to give me hour-long answer’s to a yes or no question?
No one. You’re gone.
No one can ever take your place.
I love you.
Dad.
I miss you.
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I started out writing a poem about how much I miss my dad. Then I started crying and this is what came of it. I almost didnt want to publish it. I did anyway.
MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS 
Thank you for sharing what must have been a very difficult post
Thank you for reading. I know it was all over the place…
I’m not surprised. It was well written considering.
Thank you.
Que de souvenirs!!! Le mien est parti depuis 1980 mais des fois je n’arrive pas à croire à son départ. Malgré mon âge, je me sens toujours petit devant lui, même devant sa photo, il est toujours mon père et mon compagnon. Je comprends ta douleur chère amie parce que je le vis. Merci de ce beau poème.
Je vous remercie beaucoup pour la lecture. Il a commencé comme quelque chose de différent. Mais il a fini comme mes sentiments.
Je te comprends chère amie et je suis très impressionné par tes textes.
It was good to get all these feelings out, that you just kept writing says to me you need to do it. Thanks for sharing.
I did. Thanks Tara.
this reminds me so much of how I felt when my dad passed a way. he was my hero. he has been gone five years and i still think of him daily
Next month will be 1 year for me. seems like yesterday.
March 6th will be my one year. you are correct, the time has flown by
I have the same moments about my dad. Thank you for sharing that.
Thank you for reading. I needed to write it.
I had trouble reading through leaking peepers. That is so moving. It must have felt so……… to put it into words. I was going to say “put down on paper but that’ s probably not the case anymore. Eyes rinsed. You write so beautifully. Thank you.
Thank you Wy… It released a little tension to get it out. This is going to be a tough couple of weeks for me.
Hugs and love…
Thank you.
It’s beautiful and it’s often the ‘little’ things as much as the big ones that we remember…Diane
Very true. Thank you Diane..
An outpouring of honest emotion.
Be glad you published it.
I am.
Cheers!
JzB
Thank you so much! Your kind words mean so much.
Thank you for sharing your memories of your Dad. They are beautiful memories and I can tell the man was very loved 🙂
He was, is… Thank you..
Bless your heart and I’m sure he is crying too. A gorgeous poem.
Thank you so much!
Yes, the post was all over the place, just like our emotions after a loss. What I took away from this was your love. It left me wanting my mom once more, but she is gone. I’m not sad, you let me re-visit one of my great loves.
Thank you for reading…. I needed to get it out.
This resonated so much with me D, with what is going on with my dad right now, I cried reading your words. x
It hard. You have my prayers for you and your family. Thank you for reading.
This is a lovely tribute to your dad. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading.
Dad warned me about this one before I read it. The lump in my throat was there from the opening line, but when I read the lines
“No one.
You’re gone.”
that did it. I am now a blubbering mass of goo, too. As always, your words are so honest and, as a result, so beautiful.
Thank you for bringing back my grandfather through the memory of your father.
I wish the ache wasn’t so acute, but knowing how much we loved them, I suspect it couldn’t be any other way.
Sending you extra love, light, and healing these weeks, my friend,
-Amy
Thank you my dear friend. This was hard to write. Its nothing that I do not say at his gravesite every other day. He knows that I love him. It just hurts. I want my dad back.
I know that you do, Darlin’. I know that you do. If only…
I bet he and my grandfather are having a blast watching our families get to k ow each other while they kick back pain-free from whichever astral plane strikes their fancy.
Love you, sweet friend.
Keep talking, and writing. Dad is listening and so are we.
I am so thankful for y’all!
Wow… honestly… that was amazing… beautiful… thank you so much for sharing such a personal thing… I’m sure your father would be proud and deeply, deeply touched…
Thank you. I needed to get it out.
I feel these words. I live these words.. a little different with the relationship to my brother, but, I know how this feels. This is really beautiful Deana. I’m glad you wrote this sweetheart. ~Jen
Thank you. It felt good to write.
Touching emotions in you well written words.
Thank you so much!