My Dad was the cornerstone of our family. His loss, in 2006 was a devastation our family has never recovered from. We were set adrift. So, here’s a tribute to the man who told me I could be anything I wanted. I hope you’re proud of me, Dad.
He's been through a lot this father of mine and from him we all draw our strength Don't give up. Don't complain. That isn't the family way. To him we look up through him we move on which makes it that much more hard to think of a life without him there Who will be our cornerstone? The answer is simple and very profound he will still be here you see When the wind blows on the side of my face or a beaver swims in the pond when the lightening bugs fly when the snow falls down when the moon shines bright on a clear starry night Dad will be here with us because we are a part of him.
My father gave me wings I wasn't 'just a girl' I could do anything! Except eat fishes with their heads a result of days spent trout fishing fighting mosquitoes and my brothers My dad always said You are MY daughter Don't complain, just do it! Like taking showers in the woods a bucket tied in a tree and only one temperature – icy cold My dad told me not to cry when my arm was shattered in pieces and invaded by screws and pins Or when he was dying of cancer trying to make people laugh at the end reciting cowboy poetry My father still tells me to be strong when he visits me in my dreams alone in the half light of my prison cell Except I'm not really alone I can feel the love from my God and the presence of my dad who gave me wings, but still hovers close, willing me to be strong. Like him. And, I Am.
She is my favorite visitor the light at the end of my week I know she will make me smile and wash away the bleak She's the song my heart sings, the smile and hand on the glass. She makes me believe in myself, that this, too, shall pass. Buoyed by the strength and faith which only a mother's love brings I can heal the broken me and fly away on my father's wings. June 13, 2007