Updated on January 4, 2018

"Man Alive"


Today i finally saw him in me.

I saw his eyes and his jaw in the reflection of my face.

Today I realized that the slight unevenness of my bottom lip

can also be found in old pictures of him.

There is a song that says…”Penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell’em for a dollar,

they’re worth so much more after I’m a goner…”

I’d pay every dollar I ever made to have him & his thoughts with me again.

Time is a bitch.

No matter how much I promised myself to never forget the details of his face

and his laugh…

…after 15 years time has had her way with me.

If not for old photos, the intricacies of his face would be lost to my eye.

I find myself searching for him, usually unknowingly, in every conversation…

…in the laughter of jokes told and the crackling of a nighttime fire.

He is with me because I look for him.

My search is unending, until we meet again.

I love you.

Dawn LaFrance Nagel 1-4-18


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      Donna 3 months ago from East Yorkshire, UK

      I am so very sorry for your loss. I lost my Dad in 1986 and I still miss him a lot. I think I always will. Death is so final and it leaves us lost and helpless. I know we all go through loss until it's our time to move on, but it sure stings.