Saying Goodbye To Dad

Published: March 2020

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1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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- By Clare Harner
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Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the day transcending soft night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry-
I am not there.
I did not die.

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2. When Great Trees Fall

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- By Maya Angelou
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When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
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3. How We Survive

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- By Mark Rickerby
- Published: August 2008
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If we are fortunate,
we are given a warning.

If not,

If we are fortunate,
we are given a warning.

If not,
there is only the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart;
of being reminded
that nothing is permanent,
not even the ones we love,
the ones our lives revolve around.

Life is a fragile affair.
We are all dancing
on the edge of a precipice,
a dizzying cliff so high
we can't see the bottom.

One by one,
we lose those we love most
into the dark ravine.

So we must cherish them
without reservation.
Now.
Today.
This minute.
We will lose them
or they will lose us
someday.
This is certain.
There is no time for bickering.
And their loss
will leave a great pit in our hearts;
a pit we struggle to avoid
during the day
and fall into at night.

Some,
unable to accept this loss,
unable to determine
the worth of life without them,
jump into that black pit
spiritually or physically,
hoping to find them there.

And some survive
the shock,
the denial,
the horror,
the bargaining,
the barren, empty aching,
the unanswered prayers,
the sleepless nights
when their breath is crushed
under the weight of silence
and all that it means.

Somehow, some survive all that and,
like a flower opening after a storm,
they slowly begin to remember
the one they lost
in a different way...

The laughter,
the irrepressible spirit,
the generous heart,
the way their smile made them feel,
the encouragement they gave
even as their own dreams were dying.

And in time, they fill the pit
with other memories
the only memories that really matter.

We will still cry.
We will always cry.
But with loving reflection
more than hopeless longing.

And that is how we survive.
That is how the story should end.
That is how they would want it to be.
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4. Five Minutes

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- By Annmarie Campbell
- Published: November 2008
In Memory Of My Dad

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If I only had five minutes
the day you passed away,
I would have had time to tell you
all the things I needed to say.

If I only had five minutes
the day you passed away,
I would have had time to tell you
all the things I needed to say.

I never got to tell you
how much you mean to me
or that you were the best dad,
better than any man could be.

The last time I talked to you,
I wish I would have known.
I would have said I love you
and kept you on the phone.

If I only had five minutes the morning you passed away,
I'd give you one last hug so tight and see your great big smile.
I'd tell you that I don't think I could live without you,
not even for a while.

I'd kiss your cheek and take your hand
and tell you it's okay to go
and tell you that I'll miss you
more than you'll ever know.

But you were gone so quickly.
One last car ride you'd take.
Before you even knew it,
you were standing at heaven's gate.

Now God has called upon you.
It's time to get your wings,
To leave this life behind you,
And enjoy all of heaven's beautiful things.

So wait for me in heaven, Dad.
Don't let me come alone.
The day the angels come for me,
Please be there to bring me home.
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5. Tears In My Daddy's Eyes
- By Unknown Mystery
- Published: June 2015
The Special Bond Between Father And Daughter

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He was always my pillar when I knew I'd fall,
Always my anchor so strong and tall.
His hard face changes only for me.
His softer side, so careless and free.

He was always my pillar when I knew I'd fall,
Always my anchor so strong and tall.
His hard face changes only for me.
His softer side, so careless and free.
He knows my dreams are too big for this place.
His little girl's leaving, ready to begin her race.
He knows I'll be thinking of him wherever I go.
I know I'm ready to do this on my own,
But still I cry and he holds me tight,
He tries to be strong, not a tear in sight.
I'm ready to reach for the stars in the sky.
He's ready to watch his princess fly.
It's time to let go, sure of a path to take,
But now I know, even pillars can break.
For when I drive away, trying to stifle my cries,
All I could see were tears in my father's eyes.
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6. This Basket Of Burdens
- By Debbie
- Published: March 2010
Faith That God Is With You In Your Grief

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My Basket of burdens
Is filled with the grief of my loss
It is so heavy to carry
Although this road I must cross.

My Basket of burdens
Is filled with the grief of my loss
It is so heavy to carry
Although this road I must cross.

This pathway through life
Feels unbearable at times
And I don't have the strength
For this mountain I climb.

The Basket's filled with sorrow
Oh, how I miss my love
At first, It's impossible to carry,
Where is my help from above?

It's draining my strength
I can't do anymore
This pain goes so deep
Right down to my core.

As I carry this Basket
I'll learn to manage the weight
Each step of the way
Will become easier they say.

But how do they know,
Have they been here before?
If so, where's their Basket
They're responsible for?

This Basket of burdens
You can't see and can't touch
I carry it inside me
This pain is too much.

Patience is needed to carry
This loss that I feel
A shoulder to lean on
So, someday I will heal.

God sent my family
My friends and spirits unknown
So, I won't carry this Basket
For-ever alone

Someday, I'll lay down my Basket
With burdens' no more
My pain will be gone
When, I cross through that door

Then I'll know reason
For my Basket of Burdens
How God showed me His grace
When I couldn't cope with the season

Love and support that He gave
When His presence felt unknown
He was with me each step
When I felt so alone
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7. Your Spirit
- By Peace T. Ngo
- Published: September 2006
Poem Tribute To A Beloved Father

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I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
When life separates us
I'll know it is only your soul

I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
When life separates us
I'll know it is only your soul
Saying goodbye to your body,
But your spirit will be with me always.
When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch,
I will know it is you singing to me.
When a butterfly brushes gently by me so freely
I will know it is you assuring me you are free from pain.
When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention,
I will know it is you reminding me
To appreciate the simple things in life.
When the sun shining through my window awakens me,
I will feel the warmth of your love.
When I hear the rain pitter patter against my windowsill
I will hear your words of wisdom
And will remember what you taught me so well
That without rain, trees cannot grow.
Without rain, flowers cannot bloom.
Without life's challenges, I cannot grow strong.
When I look out to the sea,
I will think of your endless love for your family.
When I think of mountains, their majesty and magnificence,
I will think of your courage for your country.
No matter where I am,
Your spirit will be beside me,
For I know that no matter what,
You will always be with me.
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8. I Love You Dad
- By Diana Doyle
- Published: January 2009
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I love you Dad with all my heart
And hate that we should be apart
Our love is a bond that can't be broken
You may be gone but never forgotten

I love you Dad with all my heart
And hate that we should be apart
Our love is a bond that can't be broken
You may be gone but never forgotten

I remember the day you went away
The pain in my heart is every beat
But I know that eventually, one day
We will once again meet

The loss is something I can't describe
I'm really going to miss you
One day I'll be back by your side
So I can hug and kiss you

There are no words to tell you,
Just what I'm feeling inside
The shock, the hurt, the anger
One day, will gradually subside

Things will never again be the same
And though I'm hurting quite bad
I will smile whenever I hear your name
And be so proud to remember my Dad

Sleep well, darling Dad, forever in my heart and my thoughts

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9. In Her Eyes
- By Michelle W. Emerson
- Published: April 2006
Special Love Between Father And Daughter

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The depth of a father's love shows in his daughter's eyes.
What's known is what's shown from sunset to sunrise.
A foundation built on more than just what is spoken.
It's commitments kept and promises that go unbroken.

The depth of a father's love shows in his daughter's eyes.
What's known is what's shown from sunset to sunrise.
A foundation built on more than just what is spoken.
It's commitments kept and promises that go unbroken.
An emotion so immense that nothing in this world can erase.
The permanent impression of love is tattooed upon her face.
A relation so peculiar that only the two can understand,
Yet so immaculate it's obvious that, by God, it was planned.

I believe it all began when she would sleep upon your chest.
Now you're her number one, her favorite, you're the best!
You move and she watches so closely it's as if she's in a trance.
The fact that she can repeat you, exactly, isn't just by chance.
From wrestling, racing, jump roping to being made up like a doll.
Both playmate and best friend, you've done some of it all.
A secret place, a look, special time just for her and you.
When a choice is to be made, it's all about what Daddy wants to do.
And you're there to cater to her every need and every wish.
There's an invisible pedestal for Daddy's little princess.
She's content just to be. She's filled with absolute bliss
Just to sit up under you, giving an occasional hug and kiss.
Sweet dreams are non-existent without Daddy's goodnight kiss.
Your gentle stroke, words just for her, your check on hers is what she'd miss.
It's simply because of how you love her, I surmise.
The depth of your love always shows in her eyes.

With you, her laughter is harder and her smile is even brighter.
You have a friendship, a bond, a soul tie that couldn't be any tighter.
It's more than a special bond; it's an exclusive connection.
No room for a third party or attempted interjection.
This love is reserved just for Dad and no other.
It's not the same for siblings, not even for Mother.
It's the kind of love that I could never despise.
For the depth of your love always shows in her eyes.

To her, you'd give anything, but it's not about the gift.
It's that marvelous smile brought on by the spirit you lift.
It's not about what you can give her or about what you can do.
It's about the unconditional love reciprocated between you two.
It's the tears in her eyes when you two disagree.
Nothing's quite right until 'I love you and I'm sorry.'
It's that spunk in her step, the rainbow in her eye-
You'll know she's a Daddy's girl when she passes by.
She's got the kind of love that never fades or dies.
The depth of your love always shows in her eyes.

Upon angel wings you soar; your sparkling golden halo glows
Whenever she's with you, it's Heaven in her eyes that shows.
Her eyes hold a song so beautiful you'd think it was Heaven's melody.
It's the music of love's symphony composed by each precious memory.
The love known is the love you've shown from sunset to sunrise.
The depth of your love will forever show in your daughter's eyes.
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10. Grieving For A Loved One
- By Carolynn F
- Published: May 2013
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I shed a tear, I feel quite numb
another loss, thoughts of a dearly beloved one.
They say time heals, give it a while,
remember all the happy times and smiles,

I shed a tear, I feel quite numb
another loss, thoughts of a dearly beloved one.
They say time heals, give it a while,
remember all the happy times and smiles,
and for a while it's true, I smile and laugh,
enjoy my life, forget about the past.
But reality shows its ugly face, bringing back all the pain.
You've really only blocked it out, nothing much has been gained.

You surround yourself with photos and little treasured items
in an attempt to keep them close, raw withheld emotions,
but still they seem so far away.
Nothing really brings them back.
Feeling so alone, I pray,
let me off this one way track.
I would prefer to join them than to go through all this again.
It makes you wonder who'll be next?
These feelings make you cold and drained.

Though you hope that they are well,
not one person can really tell,
but what brings a little piece of mind
is all the others they've left behind.
Remember that we're all the same.
All our lives have changed
even though in different ways.
We've got one common bond.
Each one of us has loved and lost
this special person left and gone.
Here we are, all brought together,
parents, siblings, friends, and lovers.
It's time to say our last goodbyes
as they make their way up to the skies.

For some that might be it
over and complete,
but not for me, oh no.
This still goes on, this sorry show,
the memories still live on.
"It gets easier" ... but they're wrong.
All it takes is just one thought
for these feelings to surface, still so fraught.

Some say they understand,
been there, seen it, all first hand,
but how could they possibly feel what I do?
For they never even knew you
because you were one in a million,
one of those shining stars.
That's why I feel so troubled
with deep and wounded scars.

Each time I lose a loved one,
a part of me dies too.
They each take a piece of my heart
when that time comes for us to part.
I wonder if that's when my time will come,
when there's nothing left to take,
with the fading of the sun, no reason to stay awake.
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11. My Mask
- By Ellie Nazza
- Published: June 2011
Hiding Grief

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Every morning I wake up and put on a mask.
The mask makes everything seem all right,
But they don't know I cry at night.
The nightmares just won't go away.

Every morning I wake up and put on a mask.
The mask makes everything seem all right,
But they don't know I cry at night.
The nightmares just won't go away.
If only I knew it was your last day.
For six years I've felt this pain.
The feeling just won't go away.
Everyone thinks I've dealt with your death the best,
But without this mask I'd be a mess.
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12. My Baby Girl
- By Donald Watson
- Published: February 2006
Father To Daughter Growing Up

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It seems like only yesterday
With a teardrop in my eye
That you were born into this world
With a whimper and a cry

It seems like only yesterday
With a teardrop in my eye
That you were born into this world
With a whimper and a cry
The days flew by and turned to weeks
The weeks almost a year
And every time you learn something new
I get that same ol' tear
I guess it's cause you're growing up
But to me it's just too fast
I guess it's just that I'm afraid
Your innocence won't last
But as the years go stumbling by
One thing will remain true
You'll always be my baby girl
No matter what you do.
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13. Dad, I Promise In Your Memory
- By Bailey Fitch
- Published: January 2009
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I promise to carry on your contagious smile.
The same one that would light up a room the minute you walked in.
I promise to laugh and never take myself too seriously.
I promise to love harder and forgive faster.

I promise to carry on your contagious smile.
The same one that would light up a room the minute you walked in.
I promise to laugh and never take myself too seriously.
I promise to love harder and forgive faster.
I promise to be content, in every sense of the word.
To be thankful for the air in my lungs,
and the nineteen years I was blessed to have with you.
I promise to try and have as big a heart as you did.
To be selfless.
To know what I have, and know what I can give to others who are not as fortunate.
I promise to grieve that absence of your physical being for only a moment.
And then I promise to set you free.
I promise to never give up on others,
even when I'm ready to give up on myself.
I promise to be a friend and a mentor as you were.
To be a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on or a set of ears to simply listen...
And I can promise you this...
I can promise to open my heart to you when I fall in love and when I fall apart.
When I become a Mrs. and when I become a mother.
I promise to let you hear every giggle and feel every hug.
To know every heartache,
and let you be there for every triumphant moment...
The most important promise I can make,
despite all my failures and all my losses.
A promise that carries the equivalence of all the rest combined is this...
I promise to make you proud.
With all that I am,
I love you.
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14. Dear Daddy
- By Kandice R. Graves
- Published: September 2006
Plea From Daughter For Love

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I need you now.
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.

I need you now.
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.

Take my hand, dear Daddy
and lead me from this place.
Chase away my doubts and fears
and wipe away my tears.

Dear Daddy, I cannot stand alone.
I need your hand to hold.
The warmth of your gentle touch,
In my world that's grown so cold.

Please be a Daddy to me
And hold me day by day,
Because with your loving hand in mine,
I know we'll find a way.
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15. My Dad
- By Desiree Kimbrue
- Published: November 2007
A Poem Of Grief For Dad

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Do you know how it feels to lose someone?
How you go through grief and pain?
I know how that feels,
and how it feels to always live in rain.

Do you know how it feels to lose someone?
How you go through grief and pain?
I know how that feels,
and how it feels to always live in rain.
I remember it like it was yesterday,
how I stood by my dad's side.
And how I couldn't bear to look at him,
but all I did was cry.
I knew I couldn't help him,
I couldn't fix his pain.
I couldn't stop myself from crying,
I couldn't help him in any way.
I wanted to help my dad,
but they said it was too late.
How could it have come to this,
to this horrible fate?
My dad was loving,
he was a caring guy.
Maybe he wasn't perfect,
but he didn't cheat, steal, or lie.
I loved my dad.
I loved him with all my heart.
But there was nothing I could do.
It was too late from the start.
They said they caught it too late.
There was nothing they could do
but just let him pass on.
It was hard, but it was true.
It's been almost a year.
It doesn't feel like it's been that long.
And it still hurts,
but he's now where he belongs.
No matter what happens,
he'll always be loved,
until the day I die
and I join him up above.
He's up there somewhere with God.
He's in his rightful place.
And even though I want him back,
it's a tragedy I have to face.
Sometimes at night
I cry myself to sleep.
But through the year of darkness,
the depression I'll have to defeat.
His love
is what keeps me hanging on.
Love is a strong word,
Because it's kept me alive this long.
But there is one more thing
that I have to say.
My dad's love will go on and on,
and he's in my heart to stay.
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16. R.I.P Dad
- By Hailey
- Published: October 2007
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Nobody wants to see somebody die
Nobody wants to see the man that gave them life,
the man that taught them everything to this day die.
My dad never got a second chance at life

Nobody wants to see somebody die
Nobody wants to see the man that gave them life,
the man that taught them everything to this day die.
My dad never got a second chance at life
and I never got a second chance at being a better daughter.
I wish I had just a couple more minutes with my dad to tell him how I felt.
He was an amazing man and I never knew how great he truly was until he died.
Daddy, you taught me everything I needed to know.
But Daddy I wish you could stay on this earth to guide me a little ways longer.
I want you to walk me down the aisle as a bride.
Be there for my high school graduation.
See your grandchildren. I need you back Daddy.
I'll learn to live without your strong character, but I'll never forget it.
You'll live on Dad. I have a piece of you in me.
And while I'm still on this earth you are too.

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17. You Live Daddy!
- By Tessie M. Santiago
- Published: August 2006
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I stand alone with you in my mind
Your words taught me how to survive
Your strength never let me down
Now you're gone

I stand alone with you in my mind
Your words taught me how to survive
Your strength never let me down
Now you're gone
I won't disappoint you daddy
But my tears will remain in my eyes
My heart will hurt forever
Sorry I never told you what you deserved
You cared for me and I took you for granted
You live alive in my heart
Thank you for loving me from the start
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18. Where's Hope?
- By John Halberg
- Published: November 2016
The First Day Without You

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On this first day without you.
our hearts fly at half-mast,
for our hero is gone.
Our hero is gone.

On this first day without you.
our hearts fly at half-mast,
for our hero is gone.
Our hero is gone.

The world cheapens with your loss,
colors fade and purpose gone.
With empty swallows in choked throats,
we claw for smoke and shadow.

Beside the frail remains,
we tense,
we fear,
we are empty.

With Earth's fresh dawn,
we echo your name,
crippled in spirit
and never the same.
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Saying Goodbye To Dad

Dad's Memorial

1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

2. When Great Trees Fall

3. How We Survive

4. Five Minutes

5. Tears In My Daddy's Eyes

6. This Basket Of Burdens

7. Your Spirit

8. I Love You Dad

9. In Her Eyes

10. Grieving For A Loved One

11. My Mask

12. My Baby Girl

13. Dad, I Promise In Your Memory

14. Dear Daddy

15. My Dad

16. R.I.P Dad

17. You Live Daddy!

18. Where's Hope?