Loss of Father Poem

I wrote this poem right after my dad died. He was only 56 years old, but he became very ill and we had to make the decision to let him go. He was my best friend, and I will always miss him!

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My father died September 28, 2012. I was 16. He had skin cancer. Being a sophomore in high school at the time, it was very tough. I had a pretty good support group with my mom and family, but...

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Letting You Go

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Published: May 2012

my one true rock
a shoulder in which I could rely
for whenever I was angry
or when I needed a good cry.

you were the strongest man
that I had ever knew
but when I saw you in that hospital bed
your feet were turning so blue.

"there's no chance"
the doctor would say
no matter what we could do
we could not make you stay.

unresponsive, unable to speak,
unable to feel anything but pain
everything that they could do
would all be in vain.

"stop the test" we ordered
"keep him as comfortable as can be"
as hard as it was for us
we had to set him free.

the next two days
slowly drifted by
all that I could do
was hold your hand and cry.

for here is this man
the strongest man I ever knew
and I couldn't figure out
how I'd survive in this crazy world without you.

and as you took your final breathes
tears formed in your eyes
for as hard as it was for us
it was hard for you to say goodbye.

God said it was your time
so you slowly picked your hands up
and held them to the sky
you took your final breathes
and just like that.....you were gone.

I know you're with mom now
dancing and being free
and when we get to Heaven
we will all get to see.

see you and your smiling face
laughing, and walking pain free
we'll get to say our I love you's
we'll be as happy as can be.

until then I'll miss your more and more each day
no matter what I do
the world is a far lonelier place
without you.

I love you daddy
and I'll miss you
more than you'll ever know
as much as this hurts me----I'm letting you go.

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  • Rhonda Scott by Rhonda Scott
  • 2 years ago

My father was born September 22, and passed away in June right before Father's Day. For sadness I'm replacing them with balloons in fall colors to commemorate the beauty in nature and June for the beginning of summer. It's gotta be a magnificent new memoir. Dad was a Deacon at his dad's church, and we were always taken to a German ice cream parlor called Pflaumers near Fairmount Park. Dad loved barbeque picnics and cakes, cookies, and pies. But mostly my Mom's vegetable soups and hand rolled biscuits.

  • Alabama by Alabama
  • 4 years ago

My father died September 23,2013. I was 11 years old, he had lung cancer. I miss him so much, more than you would believe. He was my rock and my everything. I remember really good memories, like everyday after church we would go get ice cream and eat wings and we had the best time. But it's hard. I understand what you are going through. I sometimes try not to cry but its really really hard especially at school with all the support my friends give me and the teachers. But I was just reading this and I love the poem!

  • Dallas J by Dallas J
  • 1 year ago

My father died September 28, 2012. I was 16. He had skin cancer. Being a sophomore in high school at the time, it was very tough. I had a pretty good support group with my mom and family, but I had recently moved to a new state. I had no friends to turn to at school. I thought I was all alone. Every year goes by and I dread the anniversary. I was daddy's little girl. I wasn't ready for him to leave yet. I feel I was cheated out of a lot of time with my father, for he didn't raise me my whole life. These past 5 years I've had my ups and downs, but I would give anything to have my father here with me to experience every second.

I am now 21, and I have a beautiful daughter and an amazing husband. Time slowly keeps going, and I'm slowly learning how to cope with him not being here. Being young and losing a parent is tough, but it certainly made me stronger.

  • Julia C by Julia C
  • 2 years ago

My father passed away on September 23 as well but in 2015 when I was fourteen. He died of pancreatic cancer.

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