I have the best Dad in the entire world. Now I'm not going to argue this point with anybody because I know I'm right. I could give examples of this, but won't. But I do want to pay tribute to my Dad. I miss him today as much as I ever have. A few months after he died, Mom and I were weeding her flower beds. I said something about the empty chair, and she said that sounded like a title of a poem. So I sit down and wrote a poem in tribute to my Dad. Here it is.
THE EMPTY CHAIR
The old chair sits there empty
It says to us “he’s gone.”
He left us all alone here
It was his time to move on.
We all loved to come and visit
And sit right by his chair
Hear his stories and his wisdom
That he always loved to share
The legacy he left behind
Is much more than we can know
So we’ll keep his memory living on
As we continue on and grow
He left three lovely daughters
And a wife he loved so true
We’ll live the way he taught us
In all we say and do
Then there was the grandkids
He welcomed them, each one
Their memories are so special
He made everything so fun
But no matter what he taught us
It was taught with joy and love
So our memories will see us through
Until we join him up above
So when we come and visit
And there sits the empty chair
We’ll remember the good times we had
When Grandpa was sitting there
