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Rated: 13+ · Prose · Emotional · #1477493
The death of my Dad who died at 48 when I was 21
Saddest Day

It was a fine clear May day,
An early taste of the summer to come,
Any other year summer could not come soon enough
But this year was not like any other year.
This year I wished that time would stand still forever.

Through the window the sun was setting,
colours of gold and red ripped the sky.
I held his hand there in the hushed room
his hands still big and strong belieing his frality.
The hands that caught me as a small child
when I stumbled or fell
That swung me through the air
giving such joy and laughter.
Hands that he said would always be there to protect me,
I knew this day would sometime come,
Though never imagined it would be so soon.
Like a brightly shining star, that burned too quickly.

Those sea blue eyes would soon close on the world forever,
Eyes that could say far more then words ever did.
As we sat there I looked intently into his eyes,
that were now as full of sadness and love as my own
wanting to hold on to every second knowing
that each minute was numbered.

He never saw another dawn,
Taking his last breath just before first light
Yet still he is with and I will carry him forever in my heart.




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