to the man that helped give me life......
to the man that taught me to be me....
showed me why his hands were as they were... as mine are...
Hard... weathered... capable...
Those helping hands...
You put us first...
You taught us to be giving...
Taught us kindness... To be just...
You prepared us for life... As yours was...
You instilled the basics... Yet showed the complex...
you are the one I looked up to... The one I still look up to...
I was prepared Dad... I thought I was....
I watched you wither... Watched the man I saw as my hero slowly waste away..
I thought it unfair... Unjust... So wrong....
But then I look in the mirror... The reflection....
My life's reflection...
Then I see the echos of you...
I smile through the tears... I laugh at the memories...
Memories you created...
Memories we shared...
Memories I will always cherish...
I celebrate you dad...
You will always be my dad...
My Hero...
My all...
I write this in memory of my father...
Cecil Henry Irving... 1940-2011
Rest in peace dad...
We miss you...
