A post from 2007, slightly modified.
I still miss him just as much. (Sorry about the extra spaces below the photo, Blogger won't let me delete them. )
It is strange
to not pick up the phone,
call to thank you
for being my father.
I remember the handmade cards,
ten-cent hankerchiefs,
carpenters pencils,
carefully wrapped
gifts from your little daughter.
All those years, recalled today
through the veil
The only gift
so that your name remains,
fresh and alive,
I miss him too: my most unpredictable, interesting, loveable uncle.
ReplyDeletePoignant. Well done.
ReplyDeleteNice tribute and photo.
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