As I've mentioned here, my dad passed away last year. On February 16th, it was exactly one year. I know these days, people put up posts on social media. et cetera, which is fine, but despite being a writer, I don't necessarily know what to say. And I don't really post about personal things on social media a lot. Just a quick sidenote here: It's okay if you don't. I know in this day and age it is just about expected. If you lost someone, every year put up a post, but just because you don't, it doesn't mean you don't care or don't miss them. If you don't want to do it, don't do it. Just because you don't post about something online doesn't mean it didn't happen, or it didn't effect you, et cetera.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I may be a writer, but that doesn't mean I would even know what to say in a Facebook post on that day - one year since my dad died. It also feels like it's just trite sometimes. What does happen for me, though, is that my thoughts come out as poetry. And the day before my dad's funeral, I wrote a poem. I think it was actually at about 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. One couplet popped into my head, I picked up a pen and paper (I don't even remember where I wrote it down) and wrote a poem. My aunt read it aloud beautifully at my dad's funeral. So, in memory of my father, I'm sharing this poem here. My mom actually typed it up and put a beautiful background to it. Blue flowers. My favorite color is blue, and so was my dad's.
And here are some pictures of me and my dad.
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| My first birthday. |
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| Disney trip. |
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| Daddy daughter dance. |
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| First book signing. |
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| College graduation party. |
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