• davetrotter 6w

    Oh father,
    father I love you so much.
    I still remember the times that you
    uses to throw me l up in the air.
    Sweet times we had together father,
    they were so precious to me.
    Oh how I miss sound of your
    voice, and the hugs you would
    give me each time I hurt myself.
    I think about the time when you left to go to war in Afghanistan and when you came home in that casket. With the flag draped over it. I was so very crushed to know that you were gone. But I will always love you father and thank God that you love me so. ©davetrotter