23-11-2010 dads funeral

DAD...SO MANY IMAGES COME TO MIND

WHENEVER I SPEAK YOUR NAME;

IT SEEMS WITHOUT YOU IN MY LIFE

THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE LAZY DAYS

WHEN I WAS JUST A CHILD;

WHEN MY LIFE WAS CONSUMED IN YOU, 

IN YOUR LOVE, AND IN YOUR SMILE.

WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THOSE TIMES

WHEN I ALWAYS LOOKED TO YOU;

NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENED IN MY LIFE

YOU COULD MAKE THE GRAY SKIES BLUE.

DAD, SOME DAYS I HEAR YOUR VOICE

AND TURN TO SEE YOUR FACE;

YET IN MY TURNING... IT SEEMS

THE SOUND HAS BEEN ERASED.

DAD, WHO WILL I TURN TO FOR ANSWERS

WHEN LIFE DOES NOT MAKE SENSE; 

WHO WILL BE THERE TO HOLD ME CLOSE

WHEN THE PIECES JUST DONT FIT.

OH, DAD, IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

AND ONCE MORE HEAR YOUR VOICE;

I'D TELL YOU THAT OUT OF ALL THE DADS

YOU WOULD STILL BE MY CHOICE.

PLEASE ALWAYS KNOW I LOVE YOU

AND NO ONE CAN TAKE YOUR PLACE;

YEARS WILL COME AND GO 

BUT YOUR MEMORY WILL NEVER BE ERASED.

TODAY, NAN AS YOU ARE LISTENING

IN YOUR HOME ABOVE; 

WOULD YOU GO AND FIND MY DAD

AND GIVE HIM ALL MY LOVE.

the words say it all, i put a copy under the lapel of his jacket, i had him dressed in his suit, with the socks i got him for his birthday, his black shirt that he loved, he had his rolex on, and he had his bike jacket next to him, gis gloves on his chest and his helmet at his feet, on this tuesday at 3om was his funeral, it went lovely, was so personal for dad, to go in we had played, elvis american trilogy, then the vicar had a talk, then my uncle spoke about dad, and then they played my way, then my poem was read by dads childhood best friend that i found, then they took my dad, that was so hard, then we went out to leader of the pack, he told me years ago he wanted them songs, to take him to the crematorium i booked a triumph motorbike and dads coffin was in the side car, that was so right to have that, it may sound strange but i always knew when dad was coming round mine, and i knew it was him, when the bike came down the road i saw dad driving the bike, i had a panic attack, after the service we all went to the conservative club where they played dads music and i had arranged a buffet and paid for all the drinks, he would have loved that, all the family said i had done dad so proud, so now i am here, mum is with us for the moment, we just have the flower heart that mum got dad, next to that a photo of dad, with his bike jacket, gloves and helmet, and a service book, i had a picture of dad on the front and photo of his bike all the way through the booklet, am waiting for dad to come home now for christmas, eventually we are going to have a plot at the crematorium with stone etc, but for now dad is coming home, i miss him so much though, them big strong arms could give his baby such a big cuddle right now, feels like there is a bit of me missing at the moment