We curtseyed away and disinfected the air with our apologies
My Dad seethed; opportunities lost of relieving the torment
It took hours But we patched him back together The only way we knew how..
With caution, and warmth shielding him.. bringing him home
I know I miss my Dad when I wish we could relive supporting him through his trauma. Love and miss you every day, I never say it, it's been 9 years in April and I'm still numb