Twelve years ago today I lost my Dad. I felt the life leave his body as I held his hand, comforting him in his last moments–or was I grasping those tired old fingers, hoping for one more more day with this wonderful man?
We had a special bond, there’s no doubt about that. When I look in the mirror each day, I see his eyes in mine and as you can see from this old picture, we also shared the same ears. But, it was more than that.
My mom said we were two peas in a pod and even though I knew this was not meant as a compliment, I was proud to be in the same pod with my dad. We may have gotten on Mom’s nerves, but we always understood one another.
Only a few hours after Dad died, my daughter came to me with a poem in hand. She had spent those few hours writing me a poem to honor the special bond she saw between Dad and me. I want to share that poem with all of you here.
The Special Bond
By Brett Miller
There are things I will never know about this man;
I’ve known him for but twenty-one years
But you were his biggest fan
To him you confessed fears, and for him you shed tears
He and I spoke of our love for the game
Shared laughs, and thoughts of the years of my prime
I respected and loved him; what you had was not the same
You had a bond shared but once in a lifetime
He was your hero, your inspiration, but mostly? He was Dad.
A loving father who was so very proud of you
But he was ready; he wouldn’t want you to be sad
Even though he had to know you would shed a tear or two
But now you know that he is in a better place.
Let yourself smile and think “How could he not be?”
Imagine the joy that would be on his face
At the very least, now he is finally free
Though we will not speak to him again
His legacy lives in his brilliant daughter: you
And also in how I am shaped as a woman
Remembering these good things is best to do
I loved him, Mom, and I love you too
But no one will ever love Bernard Jack May the way you do
As I read and re-read this poem, I know Brittney is right, my dad and I had a special bond. But as I look back over more old pictures, I see Brittney had quite a special bond with her Boppa (her name for her grandpa–long story I’ll save for another day).
I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Brittney inherited her love of words from my dad as well as her intelligence and awesome sense of humor–or was it from me? I am the link between the two of them and just maybe, we are three peas in a pod. I’ll share my pod with those two any day.