My friend

No more laughter

Eighteen holes of amusement

No more cart rides

Blond jokes

No more punch lines

Lodge meetings

No more brotherhood

Cooking out

No more burned chicken

Football

No more rants on quarterbacks

Basketball

No more stories of how it was

The twinkle in your eye

No more razzing me for fun

The comb

No more watching you with it perched in your hair

The voice

No more listening to you talk

The advice

No more seeking it

Your granddaughter

No more watching her blossom

 

I miss you Dad.   More than I ever thought or you would know.  The world is a much darker place without your light with us.

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