sanding the arm of a chair
to an antique dinning set I bought.
While I was doing this
thoughts of my Dad came to mind.
I watched throughout the years
as each thing that got broken was fixed.
I watched you work, love and live.
I also watched you die.
As I watched this I learned.
We are all dying slowly from birth on.
We're born to live only to die.
The more I think of your logic and your life,
the more I realize.
I learned more from you than anyone else.
You taught me to forgive, laugh and love
and to stand on my own.
You also taught me to take pride in myself
and the things that I do.
I miss the times we spent talking
over a cup of coffee.
I know that with everything you taught me,
that I'll be ok.
I'll always be proud to of had a
DAD like you...
Written by Stephanie L Webb
June 8,2000
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