MICHAEL PACK

Only Memories

From My Lips to Your Ears,

Four years since I kissed your cheek never to see you again. You left us too soon. Seems like just yesterday I was kissing and saying hello to a 5 pound, all arms and legs, screaming your head off, beautiful baby boy who grew into a wonderful son. Oh how I miss you.

The tears still fill my eyes. When they do, I close them and the image I see is you and the guys up there on that big white cloud hunting ground. Getting your fishing poles ready to fish for those big muskies and checking your guns waiting on those turkeys and whitetails. Then, there you are sitting around a big white cloud playing cards. “Michael, give me something to bid on” I hear Granny Baker say. Bud laughing like only Bud can, having everyone laughing with him. Then I hear, “Hey Mom” and I open my eyes and of course you are not there. Just my heart crying out for you, or your way of telling me to wake up to the real world.

It’s autumn now, your time of the year. Sure wish you were here to watch the leaves change color and sit on the porch with me one more time. People say “if” is the biggest word in the dictionary, but I say “why” is. I have been saying “why” for four long years. No answer.

I know you are my guardian angel because I see those beautiful cardinals you send to brighten my day. Your spirit will live forever within my heart and there it will always stay. You believed in a life after this one and I hope you are right. I would hate to think that I would never see you again. One thing is for sure, there will always be tomorrow, whether we see it or not. I guess you right, “it is what it is”.

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