The sting that stung so hard when you drew your last breath

is growing less intense

 (most of the time....)

and I am beginning to appreciate your legacy more than your loss.

The sting is still in my eyes at the most unpredictable moments

(calling mom and foregetting you won't answer...)

But I am glad for that...you are definately worthy of my tears.

I can still feel your energy

(when I looked in the boat and saw your floater coat waiting for you....)

but I can have a moment by myself without falling apart.

I keep waiting for you to contact me

(what if we were wrong and the end really is just the end?)

but I am sure you are just trying to figure out the system

and maybe you are still busy catching up with loved ones up there

(I had you for thirty years, I guess I can share)

The sting dad, like a fishing hook in your finger

once its pulled out and the weeping stops, it will heal.

(but the scar will always remain....)

03/28/2007

Posted on 03/29/2007
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