I Miss you Dad

Words tend to escape me.
Sometimes the turning of a phrase turns past me.
I tend to be more at peace between the in-between.

Friends make the moments and moments make me.
Yet silence can shatter my composure,
and broken I sometimes feel most strong.

Sorrow cannot mend the branches of a broken family tree.
The void spun into existence
after the sudden passing of a Father.

Left alone to hold together the broken filaments,
I cannot fathom the moment just recently passed:

my Mother absently concerned for her children;
my Brother struggling to maintain decorum;
a Sister still learning to be.

My Father's departing wisdom, “Never let fear stop you from learning the truth.”
My Mother barely surviving shortly afterward.
Life has shifted.

I miss you Dad!