come sit on the bench

 

We had a lovely weekend,

I had hung up the bird feeder in the back yard.

It used to be my Dads. It was hanging up for about four days

before the little birds spotted it with the seed.

Today I sat out on the bench in the back yard

and watched the goings on  at the feeder.

I must of had thirty birds at one time there Dad,

it reminded me of the times I would come home and we would sit and watch

the birds. Your birds were much more colorful, I guess because you were in the country.

Oh the joy we would both get from seeing the hummingbirds at your feeder.

Do you remember when I said to you, Dad you should just sit back and watch the birds

more often, and you got mad and said how the heck old did I think he was.

Okay he did not say heck, and with that he went off to work in the field.

That was my Dad, hard working and proud.

May 30th marks the two years since he died.

He was taken very suddenly and unexpected from us.

Our love continues to grow for Dad more and more everyday.

I  feel him when I am in my yard, my appreciation for nature comes from my Dad.

I have no words to explain how much I miss him

and how much I realize he was a pillar of strength in our family.

Oh how I wish we could sit and watch the birds together.

So Dad come sit on the bench with me......

I can see your face as plain as day, see the twinkle in your eye,

I can hear you laugh, I can see you raise your one eyebrow,

I can feel the strength from your great big hands,

I can even see your messy hair, I can hear Mom telling you to comb it,

and you would leave it how it was just to annoy her.

Strange the things I have thought in the last two years,

the memories I have remembered, things that I had forgotten.

There are things I wish I had said, and things I wish I had not.

Somehow we manage to get through it, and face each day.

Well I am not going to cry, you would not want me too.

You know this whole dying thing just sucks,

I know it is a part of life, I wish there were a way to prepare one

for these things that knock the wind from under us.

So if you can, come watch the birds with me.

I will be sitting on the bright hot pink bench

....you know the one that made you shake your head.

I love you Dad, now and always!

Cindy