While sorting papers for my daughter, I came across this tribute, a poem she’d written in ’92. She was a teen when her dad died suddenly. Since this is close the anniversary of the day that changed our lives, I will share just a bit of a young girl’s feelings.
“Dad, I sit and think of you; sometimes it’s all I do.
Right now I’m shedding tears ’cause Daddy, you’re not here.
Why’d you have to go? I’ll never ever know.
When I saw you, how I pleaded. I said God this can’t be true and Dad, I feel so cheated.
It’s so hard to be without you.
Where are you now? I wish you could have stayed. I know you’re here with me; I feel you when I pray.
Hey, there’s something I want to tell you and it means a lot to me.
Sometimes when I go for a run and feel like stopping or slowing down,
I picture your face and open arms and pretend you’ll be there when I get home.
Daddy, only you and I know it’s true; there was nothing like me and you.
You were my favorite pal in the world and I’ll ALWAYS be your little girl.
I love you Bugsy Malone and I’ll never ever stopping thinking of you.
August 28, 1992 4:30 a.m. dated ’til forever
(She called her Dad Bugsy Malone for some reason known only to her.)