This picture is my dad and I in 1970. Seemingly, I was as stubborn then as I am now! We were very similar creatures, my dad and I. Although we would have some “heated discussions” during our ever evolving relationship, there was always love at the core of our bond.
My dad passed away in March of 2006 and I miss him every day. I miss his silly sense of humor, I miss his charisma, his smile, and I miss knowing that he would be right there if I needed him. This is a poem I wrote a few months after he passed. He was a Councillor for our township and he was honored with a plaque that was place on a large rock in the local park and the planting of a tree. Happy Father’s Day, dad. We miss you. xoxo :)
As Seasons Change
We give these gifts of nature in your name,
To forever keep you near.
To take root in a place you kept close to your heart,
And represent the things you hold dear.
Your rock will remind us to always be strong,
And to remain solid in the lives we love.
And follow in the examples you gave us in life,
As you look on us from above.
Your tree will remind us to accept the changes,
Of seasons that come and go.
As the tree becomes bare at times in our life,
New leaves will blossom in time to show.
That nature is beautiful and life has a season,
but all things do come to an end.
And with each change and leaf that is lost,
Family and friendships help mend.
Branches sway in the winds of time,
And your whispers will be heard in the breeze.
Your memory lives on in the nature around us,
The air, the rocks, the trees.