Missing You

My father has been gone for a long time, my mother still mourns for him, still cries at night. Yesterday her and I drove by where his bones rest, we honked the horn, yelled happy fathers day, laughed, told jokes, and then pulled over and held each other as we wept. Business associates from so many years past still talk about him with respect and sometimes not, and that would have made him very happy. I carry his legacy forward, I try to keep my chin up, my spirits high, but sometimes I wish I could hear his voice telling me that "it's not worth a plugged nickel if you don't love and laugh."

Miss you Dad

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