One damp, dreary drizzly grey sky day, a ray of sunshine appeared .

I thought that I heard the doorbell ring, I rose, and then it rang again.

I opened the door to only find a weathered UPS uniform on my concrete stoop.

It smelled of Old Spice and sported a name tag that read " Fireball ".

A pair of black framed reading glasses on the inside of the vest pocket.

A gold plated belt buckle that boasts of how many times the world has been traveled around.

I bend down on one knee to greedily clutch what's left of "Fireball".

I cry, you're traveling is over Dad.
Come on inside now and out of the weather..... and stay with me forever.

Let's dry those wet clothes by the fire and talk about our time apart since you passed away.

I have lots of questions Dad...
We have lots of catching up to do.
I've missed you.



written by me... ..