This is a page for my Dad,
as I said he was the best truck driver I ever knew. He carried around a Saint Christopher
medal in his wallet all the while he drove, and just before he left on a trip, I would
call him and say "Safe Trip Dad" I always felt that little saying had something
to do with him coming home from a trip every time. Along with Saint Christopher, I
think we did a good job.
Sometimes my Mom and I will
be driving along and we will talk about Dad. It use to be so painful at first but now we
laugh over things he did and said. It's like reliving the moments over again when Mom and
I do this. I did everything I could to be a good daughter to my parents and when it comes
time for my Mom to go and be with my Dad, I will never have any regrets about what I
should or could have done. By the way. I have the Saint Christopher medal now.
What do you mean, my father
is dead
How can you say that to me
I saw him not five minutes ago
and with my own eyes I did see
He was laying in bed sleeping
and he looked peaceful laying there
He was ok when I touched his face
And brushed back a piece of his hair
Your cruel joke has left me cold
Get out of here and leave me alone
Don't tell me my father is dead
I want him so much to come home
I sit in the dark and wonder
why
This thing has happened to me
I cry late at night all by myself
Alone so no one can see
The pain I feel is like a knife
twisting inside of me
I know others are hurting the same
but it's only my pain I see
Waking up in the morning, jumping out of bed
I swear it was just a bad dream
then reality hits me like a brick
and I feel like I want to scream
I sit and wonder what he would say
Whenever I am sitting alone
Would he approve of all choices I made
Would he be proud of my brand new home
Dad was always behind me
and considered me a good kid
He gave me a hand and helped me
In almost anything that I did
I know he can't be here for me
When there's a choice that I have to make
But I can hear his voice sometimes
Telling me, make it right for my own sake
I see a star up in the sky
and know he is watching to see
That he lights my way with a glow
And he shines it all around me
My Dad died in April 1998 from ALS and this is one trip he did make safely and I am sure
he is driving a big white rig with lots of chrome, and running overtime too. That man
loved to drive.:). I miss him so much. But I have all the good memories to get me
though..The pain doesn't go away, it just gets easier to deal with. I want to thank my
friends, especially the ones that were there when all this happened. You know who you are,
and I love you dearly.
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He Closed His arms around you
And whispered "come to me"
You didn't deserve what you went through
So He took you home to rest
God's garden must be beautiful
For He only takes the best
Author Unknown
This page was inspired by
Casey, Let the light shine around you.
Copyright ©2001
IceDream....All Rights Reserved
Please read this poem "The Trucker's
Lullaby" by Freda H. Babinski, I am sure you will love it.
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This award means more to me
than all the other awards I have received. Thank you Hal. You will never know how I felt
when I received this. Hugs Sharon
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