Winter is here, the air is cold, the snow is deep.
His favorite time of year, he loved the outdoors and the
challenges of the hunt, the fish, the race.
We planned together, worked together to prepare, and then raced
together as only a son and father can.
We shared our victories and defeats as only two best friends can.
The pictures of Christmas past are only images on a glossy
piece of paper.
They are no longer memories to relive and share together.
There are no more races to be won or lost.
There are no more stories of the hunt or the fish.
There are only memories of what was and the realization
of what there will not be.
I had to cry tonight.
Poem From Father About Sons Suicide
This really touched my heart knowing I self harm because my dad died but it really touched my heart knowing someone that goes through what I am going through and I hope you are ok and I will...
I Had To Cry Tonight
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013 with permission of the author.
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