"I wish Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again. I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and the days before too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and a photo in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part. God has you in his arms and I have you in my heart."
See what I mean? Powerful.
Today is always a hard one for me. But I got through; even had a few smiles along the way.
Today is my stepfather's 59th birthday. Well...it would've been if he was still here with us. Two years ago Greg passed away from the horrific disease ALS also known as Lou Gehrig's Disease. I cannot believe it's already been so much time since he's been gone.
I only wrote a poem once about him dying from the disease (it's in my poetry section titled Broken). After that, I'm sad to say I stopped writing for a long time. The joy of it left my life, just like he did. But even in his wheel chair when he could barely speak, he told me to write. And so I started again, and that's when the passion grew again. I got the idea of my now almost finished WIP. It's amazing isn't it? When we lose ourselves, we find ourselves. I changed so drastically during that time, lost a lot of friends, and also found myself. The process was hard but it was a road...a journey. It still is. We learn so much from these barriers in and with that we grow into the people we're supposed to be.
Greg believed in me. He believed in my writing. And I believed he would be cured. Even though he wasn't, I still believe in my writing just as he did. He was a beautiful person inside and out. I miss him everyday.
Happy Birthday Greg. Happy Birthday Dad.