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My Dad Is A Survivor My Dad is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear him crying when all others are in bed. I watch him lay awake at night and go to hold his hand. He doesn't know I'm with him to help him understand.But like the sands upon the beach that never wash away... I watch over my Dad, who thinks of me each day. He wears a smile for others...A smile of disguise. But through heaven's open door I see tears flowing from his eyes. My Dad tries to cope with my death to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows him knows it's his way to survive.As I watch over my surviving Dad through heaven's open door...I try to tell himAngels protect me forever more.I know that doesn't help him...Or ease the burden he bears. So if you get a chance, talk to him...And show him that you care. For no matter what he says...No matter what he feels.My surviving Dad has a broken heart that time won't ever heal. - author unknown - |
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