My Dad

My father was a fantastic Dad. A man I strive to be like each day. A fighter til the end. I was blessed to spend the last months of his life helping care for him as cancer took his body, but never his humor or his Spirit. My Mom asked me to write something to commemorate the July 10th anniversary of his transition to the other side. A limerick came to me so I thought I'd share it with you, the Bitter Spiritualists' loyal masses.


A man of many titles, husband, father, friend.
Fisherman, footballer, vacationer, gardener to the end.
Hard to believe, gone three years to the day.
Beautiful memories hold the heart ache at bay.

Your humor there to light up the room.
Your laugh, your wisdom chasing away the gloom.
Your generosity legendary, always there in a rush.
Your colorful language could make a sailor blush.

Today we remember not what is gone.
Rather we celebrate you, and how you live on.
Each that knew you, a better person for it.
Our hearts soar knowing the eternal garden you sit.

July 10, a day like any, you bring us a smile.
A tear may be shed, but not for a long while.
You'd want us to laugh, to share in a joke.
Husband, Father, Friend, you were a brilliant bloke.


I miss you Dad, not a day goes by I don't think of you. I love you.