My brother and I lost our Father on Saturday night.
He was our friend, our mentor,
the guy that cuddled us on movie night.
Dad was busy teaching us to be men
when the pain set in.
He had to work,
but he made sure to show us
how to do that,
so we will know when we are grown.
He brought us on diggers,
taught us to ride bikes,
learn stunt scooters and enjoy life,
but he always had time for a cuddle,
at the end of the day.
Thomas won second,
in a professional scooter competition,
Dad would have given anything for one more day,
to see him win that metal,
to enjoy one more Christmas,
to see us finish school.
If Dad was here he would say:
‘Don’t be sad but find courage,
and love each other, for my sake.
Mind your mother and when you wake in the morning,
I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
The stars that shine on you at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.’
Life does not stop, and we will grow.
Because of his love:
we promise to be good,
we promise to succeed,
we promise to make you proud Dad.
– L.J. Lenehan –