The sweet smell of flowers, the haunting sound of my Mother weeping. It cant be real. Pop trying to stand without wobbling at the sight of his son. Gone I heard him whisper. My sister staring into space, broken; a zombie. It cant be real. It cant be real. He was fine they said. The heart was strong. He was invincible. My two brothers; 40+ years of boyhood/manhood memories flashing through their minds. Pellet guns, horses and hay bales. I look over at his 3 kids. Robby, so much like his Dad. Standing strong for everyone else. It cant be real. Carolyn and Bo beautiful and destroyed all mixed into one. The sweet melody of Charlotte Jagneaux hovering in the air. A never ending line of mourners drift through. I feel hugs and see faces, I hear words of comfort. They dont know. They dont know that for the rest of our days we will mourn. No you are wrong. Time does not heal. It cant be real. He was 65 on the inside of a 51 frame. He was funny, tough, kind, smart, but more than anything... He was my Pa. He had an incredible talent for art and he loved birds. He appreciated life. It cant be real. That was 16 years ago today. But, it was yesterday. I close my eyes and hear your laughter. I see your small callused hands. I smell your cologne in the breeze. 16 years, and still I think.....it cant be real.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 00:49:38 +0000
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