Every night I think of calling my Daddy And then I realize he's not there Ever present in my happiest memories He will forever be his daughter's hero. Every night I sit and ponder my life's blessings Shadowed by sadness and a longing for the past Desiring self sufficiency Yearning for youthful innocence. Every night I remember his characteristics Feeling lucky to see them in myself Always connected by a similar personality Basing decisions on what Daddy would've done. Every night Daddy's influence is my security Pride and determination deflect my grief Keeping me safe against my emotions Helping me to sleep. Every night when I think of him I am reminded of my own mortality Needing occasionally to return to an idyllic childhood Knowing that life goes on.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this as an outlet for the sadness that I felt when my Dad suddenly passed away at the age of 53. He was simply put, my best friend.
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