Sometimes

Sometimes I feel lonely, when I know he’s right next to me.
Sometimes I feel that I’m not loved and cared for, when I’m surrounded by people that love and care for me.
Sometimes I feel like I’m missing something, when I have much of it.
Sometimes I feel sad and he’s right next to me trying to get me happy.
Sometimes I wonder if he made it all the way to heaven.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get to see his face again.
Sometimes I look at his picture and ask why he had to leave so soon.
Sometimes I wonder how many people are feeling the way I do.

With much love, for my father. R.I.P
-Cassandra Medel

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Penacho (by jduquetr)

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