Day 256: Papa

Today was the birthday of my late papa. He was like a father to me and my sister and was truly the glue of sanity to my family. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about him. Miss you Rod Parker and can't wait for the day when we will be together again when the saints go marching in.

At his funeral I had a poem read which is written below:

Thank you God
for my Papa Rod
Things felt so serene
when you were peachy keen
Tho' you weren't that great with money
You were always very funny
You made bad days very sunny
And luckily were never "punny"
I remember how when I was stressed
You never let me get depressed
We'd work on school side by side
And made the time easy to bide
Now you're gone and I feel tried
And the past few days I've cried and cried
But whenever now I look above
I'll think about all of your love
A love that will last all of time
And now I can no longer rhyme
So I'll end with this simple phrase
The best short prayer I'll ever raise:
Thank you God
for my Papa Rod