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By



Richard Haesche





When I first heard those words I knew

Would someday come along,

An empty feeling clutched my heart

And stifled every song.



I prayed that I was dreaming

Just as I had often done,

And when I woke up screaming

I'd still be his youngest son.



But the truth of death is awesome

When a loved one fades away,

And you have to go on living

Just as always, day by day.



I remember so distinctly

Every moment of that night,

Every sadness, every teardrop,

Every hurt that clutched so tight.



It took awhile to realize

My Daddy's gone away,

And I hope and pray my Dad and I

Will meet again some day.