“I’ll see you next week, Daddy,”
I said.
“I hope I’m feeling better then,”
he said.
“I do, too, Daddy. I love you,”
I said as I kissed his cheek.
This week, I hope he is feeling great,
playing tennis in heaven.
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This was the 2000th post on ShawnBird.com I’d celebrate, but I’m not quite up to it, for obvious reasons.
Shawn L. Bird 
If he had a good serve I’m sure he will fit right in….the beauty is believing it will always be perfect weather for a game, no strong winds to contend with.
My heart goes out to you, my deepest sympathy goes out to you my friend.
Bless you both with love
He sees you, and is eternally proud.
So sorry to hear of your loss. Let the grief wash over you, through you, and do its work. Take care.
May Jesus holds you through this grief, Shawn. He is with you. ❤️ *hug*
my Dad died many years ago, and I still miss him. God bless you
He is definitely serving aces up there, Shawn ❤
definitely sentimental in the essentials shawn.
Thanks, Don
I think the thunder we’ve had every other day here are the thunder of applause…he’s winning matches in heaven…
🙂
Your poem almost broke my heart. God bless.
Thanks. 😥 It’s been a sad couple of weeks.