A Kinder Way

19 years ago today, my Dad died. I still think it’s weird to say that. It doesn’t sound right in my mouth. Gets caught in my throat. He had so much life left to live. Not that he didn’t live. He lived. He made the most out of the life he had. He was happy. But still….far too young to die. I have a million memories of him but one inspired a poem. It’s a little scary putting a poem I’ve written out to the world. Feels exposing and quite different than a blog post, but it captures my relationship with my Dad in just a few simple words.

Two worms can make a fishing trip

When you’re six and in a boat

With your Dad.

Even though you have to pee

And the worms make you cry.

Even when he throws his hands up.

Sighs…..

And sings you a song.