Daddy, its been 24 years tomorrow that I got that call;
My baby sister Mary cried out, “dad has died” and I started to bawl.
I hung up the phone in a daze not knowing what to do;
Still mourning my daughter, 28 days earlier now mourning for you.
I think of you often and remember you with such glee;
I remember pointing and saying to my best friend Jennifer “that’s my dad” you see!
You had plans to move back home, with me you would stay;
But God had other plans so it would not happen that way.
I have mostly fond memories growing up and having you for my dad;
I would not change anything about you, just more time than I had.
I will love you always and honor your name till I die;
Not asking foolish questions or always wondering why.
June 30, 1996
Pamela JoyousNJesus McDonald
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