Monday, November 07, 2011

Miss you, Dad.

Posted by incurable hippie at 11:17 am


There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again.
Sometimes I want to call you, but I know you won't be there.

Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?
There is nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back.
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5 comments:

The Goldfish said...

Thinking of you, P.

8:34 pm
Anonymous said...

Oh, Philippa, I'm thinking of you and all your family. I lit a candle with William at church. Sending lots of love, sarah xxx

8:45 pm
incurable hippie said...

Thanks both. Weepy day but I've kept busy which has helped.

Weird that a date can do this to me! I always think I can override it somehow but it does really hurt.

Keep on keeping on!

8:48 pm
thermalsatsuma said...

I'm sure your dad would be very proud of you today. The things that you have written have ended up in places as diverse as the Pod Delusion and the Daily Mail and they will have made a positive difference. ~hugs~

8:24 pm
incurable hippie said...

Thanks Neil, that's lovely of you to say.

9:17 pm

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