Soundtrack to my life

This hard. I miss my dad. To anyone else that is just something you say cause you can’t wait to go home and see them. To get that big hug that is waiting for you, to know that someone cares for you so much that when you hurt, they hurt. I miss my dad for all those reasons and more. I miss my dad cause I can’t go home and see him. I can’t go home and tell him about my life.  I really miss him and I have been having a really rough semester. It isn’t the same without him here. I miss calling him when I’m upset and him giving me up lifting advice. I miss calling him after classes just to talk even if it is mainly about Sookie. I miss looking forward to him coming down to see me. I miss coming home and finding him in his chair with his lap top perched on his lap. I miss hugging him and just talking with him. And even as I write this I am fighting back the tears. I miss you so much Daddy and I am so lost without you. I don’t know how to do the things I knew how to do before and I don’t know how to get back to where I use to be. I need you Daddy. Even just for a second, just to hear you say that everything is going to be alright. It’s not fair that you had to go, it’s not fair that you aren’t here with us, it’s not fair that I don’t get to hug you one last time and see that wonderful smile of yours.I love you Daddy and I miss you more and more every single day. It hurts. It hurts more than the day you died and I know that’s because I’m alive. But I want more than anything in the world to be able to wrap my arms around him and just cry. I miss his goofy smiles or his corny jokes. I miss the way he use to get angry and then suck his teeth and look side to side and then say “ok”. I miss everything about him. The way he use to smell, even the way he said my name when he was mad at me. I have to believe that there is life after death because if I didn’t that would mean I would never see him again and that is something I cannot handle. I miss my dad, not because he is gone but because the world lost an amazing person. 

Dad

My hero doesn’t wear golden tights

Or suddenly take to flight

He doesn’t battle evil beings

Or suddenly leave during a meeting

He doesn’t have x ray vision

And he cant see in the dark

No, what my hero can do is so much better

He taught me how to love and check the weather

How to tie my shoes and how to fold a sweater

He showed me how to be the bigger person

How to live my life with a purpose

He loves me unconditionally and never quits

Even when I have a horrible anger fit

He was the first man to tell me I am beautiful

And the only man who knows sometimes I like to be a fool

He will be the man to walk me down the aisle

And to hold my hand after I have my first child

He is my hero, my father, my good old dad

And I thank God everyday that he is my dad.

I love you.

By Capucine Davis