today's poem - Sonnet to My Father (Justice)

Dec 24, 2014 06:00


Today would have been my father's 82nd birthday. I do not know how to describe how much I miss him, nor how thoroughly he will always be a part of me.

Sonnet to My FatherFather, since always now the death to come ( Read more... )

the shape of life, grief, death, family, notes to dad, the shape of one's self, birthdays

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rhiannonstone December 24 2014, 17:24:12 UTC
I will always remember and appreciate how unfailingly welcoming he was to me.

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plantgirl December 26 2014, 22:09:22 UTC
:) Thank you.

He was good at that.

I thought it interesting at the memorial party (I can't remember if you had to leave before this point or not), but most of my sister's friends got up and said, "OMG, my memory of him is that I had this weird encounter with an old naked man!" And most of my friends said something along the lines of, "He always made me feel welcome, and there was such good food and wine!"

I like my people better.

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