You Aren’t Here

You were here.

Your presence in my life

Is no less valued

Is no less felt

Is no less loved.

You aren’t here.

But you are every where that matters.

Thank you.

Dad.

You are a constant in my life.

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22 thoughts on “You Aren’t Here

  1. I lost my dad 20 years ago. And he still matters.

  2. This is a very sweet tribute to your father Colleen. 🙂

  3. ksbeth says:

    beautiful tribute, colleen )

  4. Kentucky Angel says:

    I lost my dad 15 years ago and still miss him. This is a lovely tribute Colleen. You never stop loving them, missing them, remembering them.

  5. Tara says:

    And in mine. Thank you!

  6. With you a zillion percent dear Colleen. Blessed are we with loving fathers. ❤

  7. markbialczak says:

    He’s still there, though, MBC. You know it. ❤

  8. niaaeryn says:

    Wonderful father’s day tribute. 🙂

  9. Debra says:

    I think you said this beautifully for a lot of people…poignant and very tender, Colleen.

    • Thank you Debra. I think there are many instances when we can share similar feelings without ever having met one another. Our lives are so interconnected by the very path of life it’s self. Even if our paths are so very different.

  10. So lovely Colleen. I lost my dad when I was very young. I wish he could see me, meet my girls, just be with us. But he is, in more ways than one.

    • I was so lucky to have my father as long as I did. I have met some 70 plus year olds who haven’t lost a parent, or both parents yet. I can’t help but think …..to live that long then lose your parent…..just as hard. There’s no good time is there?

  11. reocochran says:

    Dads are “forces to reckon with.” Your Father’s music, his being quiet and removing himself at the end of the day help you to relate to how he would come home and unwind. This is how you mention you handle life after work, by retreating and regrouping. Sounds like a fun and funny man. Your Dad would have been someone I would have been so happy to meet. He certainly left his impact on the family and you carry him always, talking to him possibly and wondering what he would think about things. I may be off on these, but how I think about my Dad makes me believe you may also do these inexplicable things. We miss them but are grateful for time we had with them.
    I apologize but I must not have pushed “post comment” on this, a little like distracted driving. Distracted blogging on a cell phone. 🙂

    • Everyone I knew, who knew dad, loved him. The older I get the more I feel I know him, even though he’s not here. I am grateful for the time I had with him. I just wish I had known enough to know him better.

      I miss him.

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