Not a Day Goes By

Miss you Dad!

Your picture rolls up on the frame and I see the head of striking white hair
Your tall frame bent slightly forward with age
I miss you 
My mind wanders through the memories both the good and the other 
Those that linger in the deep recesses of my mind and come forward to the light of day when I least expect
Sometimes when they emerge, they bring a fresh wave of grief
Other times with them comes a smile that graces my lips wrinkling the edges surrounding corners of my face 
Dancing in my cheeks
Time has passed so quickly yet so slowly
I can remember the call as if it were yesterday and then in slow motion my mind takes me through the moments from the call to the time of your last breath
It is fascinating to me really for I’m not known for my memory
Many things I have to ask others about that escape my forefront
Yet this journey I remember in fine full colourful detail
What is it about that I wonder that I can bring it so fresh to mind
Is it because I spent every single moment being present
Being in the here and now with you as you were preparing to transition to your next
It was a time that I wanted to cherish
A time that would come no more 
One when I just wanted to push away the rest of the world and to be there with you
In doing that then I am able to go back now to the reflection of the present
Presence can only happen in the now 
In the reflection of that presence I can find pause and celebration
It is in that when the grief comes on the crest of a new wave I can sit back and smile in the knowing of the being there with you then