My Story In a Song, (Sorry I Am Weepy Today)

When I was a little girl I looked at my Daddy as my great big and me

As I grew older I over heard words of disappointments from others. When I heard us kids names mentioned I always felt sorry I couldn’t do enough to make him love me as much as I loved him.

When I grew up and got married it seemed like maybe he was proud of me. He smiled and liked me being around. He never actually said he loved me back then, but I just knew. I just wanted my Daddy to accept me for who I was.

When he got sick and we found out he was going to die, a part of my heart and soul died right there on the spot.

Oh it hurt. It hurt real bad. I started taking care of him and weeping behind closed doors. I memorized every move he made. Every thing he saw I photographed in my memory. The crook of his smile. The twinkle in his eyes. Each day I tried my best to grab and hold close to me not wanting to let the next day appear.

When the morning sun did appear and I held my Daddy as he took his lost breath I wept. There is never a day that goes by that I don’t look up to the heavens and know he is up where he belongs smiling down on me.

Life is repeating itself and although I don’t want the sun to shine. I don’t want to hurt, I will some day be looking up to the heavens again knowing my brother is up where he belongs.


Daddy’s Girl

Countless Drops

Bouncing on Daddy’s knee

Was the first thing I would see

Each morning as I awoke

To take on a new day.

She was the love of his life

Right next to his wife

Her giggles infected him

Made his day a bit brighter.

He was a fireman by trade

Countless lives he did save

A job not many wanted

But he’d received the call.

Baby girl waited  by the door

But her Daddy came never more

As Jesus called him home

He had put out his last fire.

For days following the tears

Husband and Daddy remained dear

Memories never forgotten

As they walked through each day.

The photo on the floor

Sitting next to the door

Where Daddy’s girl would sit

Waiting for him but never more.

Terry Shepherd