Forever in my Memory

Beautiful!

Thank you !!

This made me think. The older we get, the more mellow we become when we think about the past. I wasn't close to my mother, but my father was a good man. I Miss him.
This is a wonderful poem.

I miss both my parents.
They were good people and worked hard their whole lives.  They were not without fault with raising children but they taught me a lot about humanity.  My wife and I remember our parents daily and speak of them often with affection and honor.

Thank you for your comment and RL.
Means a lot to me ..

A man's hands say it all. That's the first thing I notice when meeting one.

BIG LIKE.

I’m told I have a good handshake.
Firm
That’s key for man to man !
Bonding

Appreciate your comment and RL !

I love the honesty of this self-reflection. I guess our parents give us what they can... there must be aspects of your dad in you. Certainly your passion came from somewhere!
Thanks for sharing this, it's lovely.
❤️k

After my Dad passed and when I switched careers I often felt him on my shoulder giving silent guidance.
I’ve talked to many people about their relationships with deceased parents and a lot of expressed similar “conversations” so I’m to get your comment K

BIG THANKS
❤️

This is...beautiful & achingingly poignant

I’ve written this poem many times.
There’s still work to be done !!

Many thanks for your lovely comment !!

I truly appreciate this message cause I didn't not really know my real father growing up in my own life 🤔💪👍 for I can relate to this message deeply with understanding and respect 💯🪬 SHAMAN 🪬📿🪷🙏

Yes
It’s often hard for father’s  and son’s to connect for various reasons.  My dad was always around but he didn’t say much.  But when he did I was all ears …

Many thanks Stoney !!

I can relate to the deepness of your words ✍️ for I can say that my father was to me was my grandfather 🙏 who raised me since I was born for I can remember the conversations of the things he taught me how to be the best man that I can be in my life 🙏📿🪷💪👑

I really feel your words man.
without writing you an essay on why, I feel them.
Regards
James

I had a feeling this write would have an affect on some of the guys.  It’s okay to feel it James.  I feel it everyday.
I’m glad you told me.  There’s solidarity…

Appreciate the RL

Dear PS,

This made me wonder if it might be possible you don’t need the answers. Your father would’ve given them all to you already and now we just look at our parents hands through our own and see what they dealt with and how we handle our own lives. It was just a pondering. Every time I put my arm through a sleeve my mother’s hand comes out of it. While the first time it happened it freaked me out now I see a woman who so loved her children. This poem is go beautifully reflective. Lovely write. H🌷

Dear H,

I think you hit the nail on the head.
My dad and I had a quiet relationship.  My mom was super vocal and protective, sometimes I wished she would have let me see more life than to shield me from the bad guys.  It’s funny because sometimes my mom would feel my desire to have a stronger relationship with my dad and she would bend over backwards to tell me how much he loved us.  But being a snarky kid I’d say I want to he hear him say it.  Well it took some years but on my wedding day he let it all out.  I look back knowing it was all true, he just had his way and it was a secret place that not many had access to.  Often I feel him talking to me in symbols and hand gestures.  I can honestly say in death when I need him, he’s always close by my side …

Your story about your mom and the sweater really hit home with me.  Someone else feels what I feel.  Amen.
My folks were wonderful people.  I think they’d be happy to know I’m the Sheriff here…..

Thank you H
You helped me see …

❤️

As my father's son your poem reached a special place. Thanks for the needed wakeup call. Hugs and LOVE, Oral

I’m glad this hit home O.
I’m gratified and I thank you !!

Oh fuck, man, this is tearing-up lovely.
He sounds like a good guy.
My dad was my grandpa, and he died when I was 12. You miss them forever, don't you?
I bet your dad would be proud, my friend.
Big. Like.

My Dad was a really stand up guy.
I never heard one bad thing about him.
Worked hard and took care of business.
I guess I wa ls greedy, I wanted him to say more but his actions spoke where he didn’t.  I was super lucky to have him and I model myself after him in regards to hollow I relate to people especially in the business world.

Appreciate your comment Betty

Thx !!

Damn dude. You hit me right in the feels with this one. I wasn't ready for this. But I am so glad that you shared it. It's real. This is truly an incredible write, Gary. It speaks to me, because of what it brings up about my own father. I feel it amigo.
Well done man. Be very proud of it.

Wow Mark
I don't know what to say but Thanks ..
I thought the dudes might relate.
It's an ongoing journey for me.  
I loved him so ....
And he loved me
What more can I ask ?

Appreciate your comment greatly...

Maybe try something different.  Some people just need to be taken out of their comfort zone. I hope you find the answers!

That's good advice ..
Gonna take you up on that.

Thanks !

Anytime, friend <3

The women care so you got all the wisdom in the world.  Keep on writing.

Yeah, thankful for the women ...

wow, this poem is incredibly moving. thank you for sharing.

Thank you for reading and commenting.
I appreciate your words greatly 🙏

I hear ya. I sometimes long for his advice or his point of view. He also lost his father when he was about 24 or so. I guess it's that part of us that seek wisdom from our elders.
BL

Wisdom and companionship are the best gifts of family.  I know you're a GREAT DAD !

Thanks for your comment and RL Wally.

Means a lot on this one