The Two Most Important Men in My Life

This is a poem that my dad forwarded to me. It meant the world to me and I wanted to share it. For those of you who don't know my dad personally, he is a quiet man with a wonderful soul that doesn't say very much. We don't have the "typical" father daughter relationship but what we have is so much more and is just special. Words don't have to be exchanged but we know that the other loves us just for who we are. The morning that George earned his wings, my dad came looking for me at my house. He hugged me in my room downstairs. It was just one of those moments and he hugged me as I cried in his arms like a little girl does. At that moment he was just my "daddy" and doing what he could to try and take my pain. It meant more then I can ever explain to anyone.

If I could catch a rainbow

I would do it just for you

And share with you its beauty

On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain

You could call your very own;

A place to find serenity,

A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles

I would toss them in the sea,

But all these things I'm finding

Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain

Or catch a rainbow fair,

But let me be what I know best,

A friend who's always there..

This poem I found and thought of Hugh. It then later translated to my father also in so many ways. Men are always forgotten in situations like this and hurt in their own way. I found this poem today and thought of my husband who is also grieving the loss of our beautiful boy and holds it together all the time for the kids and I. Phone calls for him are slim to none. He is a great father and husband!

Untitled Poem

It must be very difficult

To be a man in grief,

Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong"

No tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult

To stand up to the test

And field the calls and visitors

So she can get some rest.

They always ask if she's all right

And what she's going through.

But seldom take his hand and ask,

"My friend, but how are you?"

He hears her crying in the night

And thinks his heart will break.

He dries her tears and comforts her,

but "stays strong" for her sake.

It must be very difficult

To start each day anew

And try to be so very brave--

He lost his baby too.

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