to think of you every day for 2 years.
To put up with all the sadness,
to blink through all the tears.

I'm going to miss you
calling me "babygirl".
To laugh and dance
and watch me twirl.

This Father's Day,
I don't know what I'll do.
It'll be the third year
I haven't had you.
I hate that you had diabetes!
I hate that stupid sugarlow!
It messed with your mind,
so you thought you had to go.

You didn't tell Mom where you went.
She thought you had to go cool off.
We got mad when you didn't answer.
So we just went off.

To get that call . . .
That was the worst call ever.
"Your father was in a wreck and got killed!"
I never wanted to hear that. Never.

So now I'm typing this.
Looking at old pictures of us.
If only you could see me now . . .
You would be so proud.