Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
It’s been 14 years today, Dad, and I still miss you. I hope you are happy, where ever you are.
Can you see the kids, Dad, from your place up high? My son looks and act so much like you. You’d be so proud of Lil D. She starts kindergarten this year.
My marriage is still going strong, Dad. We might not be making it work according to your standards, but I think you still would be happy for us.
I try to take care of Mom, Dad, like you wanted me to. It has been neat to build a friendship with her, since you’ve been gone. But I know she misses you terribly, and I feel certain that it won’t be much longer before the two of you are together again.
I see you, every time I visit the ocean. I see you in my son’s smile, hear you in my daughter’s laugh. Little pieces of you are everywhere.
I still miss you, Dad, even though you didn’t go far…