Poem for Dad

Confronting life: the outside world

a trauma

where reminders of Dad’s death are everywhere,

all the time.

Each remembrance

a punch in the gut

an ache in my heart

a day terror

— over and over —

Dad isn’t here and never will be again.

He’s gone.

Yet, he is so very alive

in shared stories and memories

in pages of photo albums

in a treasure trove of relics,

artifacts of moments

collected over 80 years.

He left us pieces to discover

to carefully assemble and explore —

archeologists of his life,

we learn about him,

about ourselves,

and how to love each other more.

I love you, Dad. I miss you more than my heart can bear.