When it comes to losing a parent nothing could be harder.

It’s been over 2 years since my dad made his departure.

He was a man of integrity and respect.

I never cried harder than the day he left.

So much knowledge I can never learn.

His complete respect I can never earn.

He will never be able to watch his grandson play,

Nor will he see his grand daughter stand one day.

So many things he can’t enjoy.

So many emotions I can’t avoid.

Confusion, guilt, and sorrow are at the top of the list.

I never imagined how deeply he would be missed.

For many years I took him for granted.

Now without him I find it hard to manage.

With the cross on my neck I carry him with me.

Hoping one day his spirit will fill me.

I want to be the man he was and the father he tried so hard to be.

And I know he is looking down through the stars to see.

As I stood counting his last breaths I made silent promises I must keep.

Each day I will fight harder until those vows are complete.