He is gone.
My father, my mentor, my friend and confidante, my shield from the entire world is gone.
The pain is still fresh and the numbness has not yet left my body. I loved my father so much. He and I were so much alike in looks, way of thinking, actions. So many ways.
Through all of the pain, there are some profound things that remain. Everyday when I look in the mirror, it is his face that I will see, as I am the spit and image of him. Everytime I hear a song from the early fifties to the late eighties, I will think of him and how much his love of music influenced my own. Each old telelvision comedy, western or old movie that I see, I will remember how much he enjoyed them. (And each Harry Potter. I got him hooked on those!) As I look around my house and property and drive in my car, I will remember him as it is through him that I am able to enjoy these things.
I realize that it was his time. And I am glad that I spent every moment that I could with him throughout my entire life. He is in a place of peace with no more pain. I will love and cherish him always. And I will do with my life the same thing that he did with his.
I will live it to the fullest extent of my entire being.
David Charles Henry Burgess (May 9, 1934-September 24, 2011)
Rest in Peace.
Love Always,
Pumpkin.
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