Nothing Is the Same
Life after the loss of my son to suicide.
There is no way it’s only been three years
Day after day I’ll admit it’s hard to be here.
It’s unacceptable to live a life just drinking whiskey and beer.
When I was, that’s what I would hear.
There is no growing after losing your son.
I had no others because I had my best one.
The dreams I had for 21 years turned into none.
No weddings, no grandchildren, only tears that run.
No drives through the woods and no fatherly advice
No trips to the lake to go fishing through ice.
No calls for help because he got his Jeep stuck at night.
No 2am phone calls to tell him it will all be alright.
Now just the wife and I with the dog and the cat.
Trying our best daily to do what we can.
In my closet I keep his bag and his hat
And forever in my mind the last time I heard “I love you dad.”
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