I really liked your dad,

Admired his vulnerability

His clear care for his family

I was happy to have those hard conversations

I remember leaving my dad early to meet you in a park

On Father’s day, June of 2015. 

I wish I could have been there for him, my dad.

Instead of entering into an end I did not expect.

But it had to come to an end for your sake.

I wonder how he is, how you all are.

You all seem well. 

I seem to dream of you recurrently more than anyone else.

He was generous with his time. 

I could have been a father by now 

But the children I conceive don’t see the land of the living.

And this year was the last Father’s Day with my dad

Spent in the hospital, him thanking me for a greeting card 

Preparing for a long and tenderly agonizing goodbye.

*Author’s Note- A poetic reflection that I started on October 10th of this year. I edited 5 lines of the poem that didn’t seem to fit. These father conversation poems were a collection I wrote over a several day span, heavily reliant on memory and emotion.

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