My father’s ashes are beside me. Once
Every day was Father’s Day,
Now every day he’s absent,
But every day he’s here.
Love never dies.
Devotion binds fond memories;
so long as we remember him,
it’s always Father’s Day.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Amen how are you
I’m so sorry for your loss. You are right, love lives on!
My dad has been gone for 4 Father’s Days now.
Mom just passed away earlier this month, a few weeks past Mother’s Day.
How strange and vacant can be a world…
I am so sorry. Please do take care. We are always with you.
Sweet and poignant.