I close my eyes
Reassuring “It’s okay to cry”
But I’m just saying, “Goodbye.”
With eyes closed,
I can smell him next to me
Inhale – wood and grass, exhale.
Inhale – varnish and dishsoap, exhale.
Inhale – Old Spice and jetfuel, exhale.
Daddy, I love you, be at peace.
“Missy, I’m right here.”
My dad spent twenty years flying in the Air Force, and another (almost) 20 playing in a hardware store. He could make anything from wood, had the best-looking yard on the block, and thought I could do anything.
My father passed away yesterday morning, after a long, painful battle with multiple ailments. It was not a surprise, but I am still sad. My faith assures me that he is in a much better place, and I have no doubts of this. This is a photo of him and me on his birthday when I went home in August.