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From your sister who is nearly 90,
To your youngest grandchild still in her last year of teen,
Your legacy runs thick and strong..
Like the man you were,
While your presence in this world was seen.
You stood for what you believed,
You frankly stuck to what you felt made sense
But your change of mind came,
Without your spirit ever getting bent.
An adaptability that constantly saved you and us,
From the break of the tree,
That was the shelter that you
Had built over the years,
That protected you and your extended family
You carried conviction
But lived liberated and free,
From the eyes of what others
Expected of everyone in society.
You made such a difference,
You mattered to all
Your love was your being around us,
Even after 20 years of your passing I recall.
The funny thing is that
Not with all of what you decided I agreed,
But you listened to the young woman back then I was,
That I cannot deny and disagree.
Now I have become your age,
When you really welcomed the baby me,
And I think of how much of life ,
That little baby born to you late had yet to see.
You did your best,
I witness completely…
That’s what matters the most,
Every time my heart says
When it remembers thee.
Daddy, I miss you
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