My Rock has Gone

My Dad was a strong man. Supportive and practical.  Willing to help out when needed.

I looked on him as a rock. Solid. Always there. Solid underfoot.

And now he is gone.

I grew up with this strong man and now I am grown.

I do not have his presence to rely on.

Yet knowing him has taught me how to be strong. How to look after myself.

I am strong and will carry the strength he taught me as I go on.



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