I miss how I could talk to you

when life seemed rough and cruel.
You would take me in your arms
and give me a big ol’ squeeze -
telling me everything would be all right,
and I always believed you.

I miss the way you cheered me on-
through all my triumphs and defeats.
You taught me failure comes before success,
and I wanted you to be proud of me.

I miss your crazy stories -
Your life adventures
that brought family around the table
to laugh and cry together.

I miss going fishing with you -
hours spent off the end of your dock,
sleeping in the screen tent at night,
and listening to the howl of a fox.

I miss the fun and playful side
that always made my day -
pushing me on the rope swing in the woods,
watching out for trees in my way
I wish you didn’t have to go so soon.

God had a different plan -
it seems he needed you
to bring some excitement into heaven
and there was no one better for the job than you.

Although you are not here with me
I can hear you when the loon calls,
sitting on the end of your dock
listening to your stories
about all your new adventures.

 
Everyone you met loved you -
it was rare if they didn’t.
No one loved you more than me.
So this letter is for you Paca.
I love you and miss you.