His brother in the hallway did feel his last,

I, his son, working not too far away,

Seems though when he died, I heard him say…

“My dearest son, we may not have gotten along,

But you are constantly in my thoughts like a song,

I have throughout my life, thought of you often,

I hope these thoughts transmitted to you will you soften,

My passing just a door, leading where I know not,

But know this son of mine, I will forever hear you speak,

I am sorry if maybe too much I did you critique,

I was just trying to help you along through life’s struggles ,

I wish now, my dearest boy, we could have learned to with each other,

                 SNUGGLE…”

Gone out of my life he did leave,

He and I got close his last seven years,

Wish we had more time to quell our fears,

But I was being me as was he,

We spoke often but of subjects of no worth,

We did not even speak of death,

I wish with this knowledge I could,

Restart my life at the time of my birth…

I love ya & miss ya, DAD…!

© ed ~ 6/18/06