My father died on November 26, 1993. It was Thanksgiving Day. I was getting ready to leave to come home and got the call that he had passed away. He had been sick for several years and was 88 years old when he died.
When I first married my son's father, back in the 60s, we lived in Richmond, Kentucky. One day, I was homesick and missing my parents and wrote a poem for my father. I mailed him the poem and he seemed to really enjoy it.
One of my nieces read it at his funeral in 1993. I still have a copy of the poem and am posting it for him today on Father's Day.
Daddy, I spent the afternoon with you today
Even though you are several miles away
You were constantly on my mind
As we traveled back to a bygone time.
I remembered being a little girl
You took me upon your knee
And read the Sunday funny papers
Out loud at night to me
You taught me how to spell my name
Before I started to school
You built a great, big doll house
Beside a concrete swimming pool
I went with you into the field
To milk that old, brown cow
And wandered around impatiently
But how I love that memory now
We picked crates and crates of strawberries
And complained constantly of the heat
But now that I am older
That memory is so sweet
When it came time to set tobacco
On our little piece of land
I dropped the plants, and poured the water
And you, Dad, set it all by hand
Then when the time came
For our tobacco to be sold
You stripped it all in the garage
Where it was so very cold
I used to love to sneak out of the house
And watch you working down there
As I sat upon the tobacco press
Chattering on, without a care.
I remember many days
Dad, just you and me
Pitting cherries or picking gooseberries
In the backyard under that old tree
We also went fishing so many times
Took lunch in your black pail
You always made sure, Dad
I caught a fish without fail.
I guess those days are gone forever
Lost except in memory
But, Dad, I thank you with all my heart
For being such a good father to me
My only hope now that I am older
And as time goes on
Is that I can pass what you gave me
To children of my own.
So this afternoon, Dad, we spent together
wandering back through time
And I loved each and every minute
In the memories of my mind.