It was just like yesterday
I grew up in your eyes
With your Scottish accent
I took pride in announcing
you as Daddy!
Your lovely gentle eyes
Your kind sweet words
Your tough working hands
Your ever reassuring voice
Your fatherly care,
made me feel like a princess!
I grew up calling you Daddy
Mummy called you Honey
My kids called you Papa
Friends called you Charming
Neighbors called you a true friend
One day, a deadly tragedy struck
Mum was taken away from us
We mourned and grieved
You never recovered from it!
You put up a smile always,
But your spirit was long gone
Today, you joined your sweetheart
The suffering was too much to bear
I miss you terribly my Scottish Daddy,
but I know your love has conquered!
You will be with your sweetheart,
Starting again where you left off!
...a fond remembrance...and tribute of golden light...are found here...your loss...held in pen...to be recaptured in the heart...whenever you remember goodbye.
beautiful Anita...
John
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Cryssa
be well and happy,
Kathy
beautiful Anita...
John
So sad, yet your love makes this divine.... I am in awe of such faith...
yet not a faith unfounded, as it is fact.....