Still Dealing With The Sad

Still Dealing With The Sad

 

I picked up the phone again

Was about to call to check on you

I forget that you are gone now

That your race down here is through

 

I’m so used to checking on you

Trying to make sure you’re okay Dad

Fighting through this damn COVID,

the bureaucratic crap that makes me mad

 

I was so scared you would die alone

Cut off from the ones you love

We prayed each day that this would end

For help from our God above

 

But all the sudden you lost your charger

No phone no contact no details known

Just unanswered calls and futile attempts

And within a couple weeks you’re gone

 

Now I keep picking up the phone

Even start to dial the number of the place

Trying to check in on my old dad

Forgetting that you’ve finished your race

 

Glad to know that your finally all okay

With Mom and Pam and other family too

No more living in the constraints of life

But living in all God’s fullness for you

 

I know longer have to check or worry

I know that you’re safe and sound now

Maybe one day I’ll quit starting to call

But right now I just don’t know how

 

So, if I pick up the phone to check on you

Just remember how much I loved you Dad

And although I’m happy for where you are

Down here I’m still dealing with the sad