Father’s Day & Grief

Today I think of my Papa as I most love to remember him: My best cheerleader! He was so full of vibrant joy and optimism, and so enthusiastic about our little routines. He staunchly defended me at all times. He was delighted by our friendship. He made me feel worthy of genuine interest. He was an irreplaceable light in my life. As an autistic boy, his friendship meant the world to me.

I miss his physical presence beyond anything I have ever felt. But I have his spirit with me. This poem is about his spirit in my life.

Happy Father’s Day. I love you, Papa!

You and Your Spirit

So much, so much, so much
You are so much
In my life
In your life
In your afterlife
Between our past and future.

Danny K. Whitty

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