Over the last few days I have been pondering a lot about my dad and the emotions I have been feeling since losing him. I have really struggled with losing my dad and have not been able to figure out how to move forward with my life. It seems like every time I take a step forward, something happens and I end up taking many steps back.
One thing that I have always enjoyed doing is writing. When I was younger I would constantly write short stories. The night that my dad died, I went to bed and had this amazing dream and after waking up the next morning I wrote a tribute to my dad. I wanted to dedicate this blog to his memory....
A Tribute to my Dad
There was a young boy who went by Bill
He came to earth to do God’s will.
He was born on a winter’s day
To a mother named Ida Mae.
His family moved from state to state
And he was taught to never be late.
On his way to school a lion jumped out
He wanted to run and scream and shout.
He ran all the way home to see his mom
She grabbed his hand and said, “Come along”
She ended up dragging him back to school
And I am sure that he felt just like a fool.
His father taught him for service strive
This is why we are all alive
We should do everything that we can
To help out our fellow man.
He really looked up to his brother Jim
He always loved to follow after him.
He loved to pretend to be a pitcher named Jim Horse
His nephew
His mission call came one August day
To
He thought to himself he was very prepared
But once he got on a bike he was very scared.
This was the one thing his parents did not teach
They only taught him how to preach.
The very first day that he was out
His companion did scream and shout,
“Look out! There’s a semi coming your way!
There in the hospital he did lay.
He laid in the hospital all alone
From then on he was known as “Crash Malone”.
Once his mission was through
He had no idea what to do.
He found a pretty girl named Connie Rae
He planned to ask her out one autumn day.
He finally found the nerve
As they were running around a curve.
He tripped on a sprinkler head and there he fell
Of this situation he did not want to dwell.
They went out one October night
They tried to talk with all their might
Two months later they were married
Through the household Connie was carried.
They lived just like a queen and king
Four little spirits they took under their wing.
Whitney Paige, Ammon Curtis, Cori Linn and Jaime Rae
This really made both of their day.
This family grew up and sports they did play
They played together nearly every single day.
This family became close, as close as can be
Of this anybody who looks can see.
A theater my dad had dreams to run
To him this sounded so much fun.
He told us stories of Lulu, Butch and Squirt
And he always knew how to flirt.
Charlie and Peanut head were another one
We always had so much fun.
He always made sure that we were never scared
For this task he was always prepared
He taught his children how to ride a bike
This is something we all grew to like.
Whenever his children would come to him and weep
He would hold us and sing us to sleep.
He taught us how to work with all our might
He taught us to know wrong from right.
He totally adored his loving wife
She was the love of his life.
Jaime was daddy’s little girl
He always treated her like a pearl.
With Cori he watched movies day and night
Those two together, oh what a sight!
He wanted his children to have a good life
He even helped Ammon to find a wife.
Whitney always gave him a run for his money
So he would go to her and act really funny.
Rykert was his newest joy
He was grandpa’s little boy.
My daddy died on the first of July
As of right now we aren’t sure why
One thing we know is that it is part of God’s plan
We know Dad is teaching as many as he can.
Dad you are the best
You are better than all the rest.
Dad, I love you more than words can say.
And I know our family will be back together some day
With all my love, your daughter Jaime Rae.
