F J McCarthy on Apr 24, 2010
This kind of sung in my head like a country song,I hope you like it.
I looked at the letter,turned yellow with time the paper so fragile and old.
I couldn’t hold back the tears as I read every line, the words made me lose my control.
From the date on the top it was twenty years old, I would have been about ten.
That was the year that my father passed , and this letter ,I knew was from him.
It said “Son I just don’t know how to tell you, you’re so young and you might not believe.
The doctors you see, have found something in me ,and they don’t give me much longer to live.
I don’t think it’s fair,to take me from you when there’s so many things left undone.
Who will teach you ’bout life,how to drive your first car,I thought I would be the one.
So I wrote you this letter,so someday you will know, that your daddy didn’t want to go.
I am missing you now as I write down these words,missing the boy and watching him grow.
Missing the boy becoming a man, and all of the things you will do.
But I’m telling you son as the years roll on by I will always be watching over you.
So take care of your mama and make daddy proud, be a good boy and good man
I love you so much, and I’m telling you son I would be there if I can.
So please don’t be sad cause I had to go, and one more thing I have to say.
God has his plan, for this simple man, and I’ll see you in Heaven some day.