To my husband.. who just lost his father..

Holding whose hands you walked your very first steps all the way through adulthood..

Whose hair turned grey doing everything for you they could..

You met them every chance then you got when you were away..

They counted down months to days whenever you’d plan to visit them even for a brief stay..

Now that you’ll go home, along with your mother, to see her off for a bit..

You’ll dread walking into that door without that man by your side..

Your broken heart will still hurt my love, so will your soul shiver deep inside..

Let those tears shed, let your whole self cry..

It’s okay to feel empty & helpless.. for he’s never again coming by..

to hug you, talk to you, sit beside, disagree or advise..

Time perhaps heals everything.. but the suffering caused by a father’s demise!

As much as I want you to let it…