I miss you old man

The pain that engulfs my heart is like a searing heat penetrating deep within my soul when my heart beats. You passed away like a light snuffed out before my eyes. You were not that old. So why? Tried as I could to believe it was not true, tears swell my eyes. Yet, the tears fail to drop as I still cannot properly grieve, although my heart yearns for you to come back as it feels the breeze, of the imminent rain that is about to fall, maybe then can the drops of my tears fall, as it blends eternally with the rain.

I miss you old man. I desperately need to see you again, To rekindle the good times we had will be my gain. But alas! I know it would not be a futile exercise even after you’re gone knowing fully well that reality is just beginning to dawn, about the fact that your absence does make my heart grow fonder.

I miss you old man. The great legacy you left behind endeared you to everyone who knew you And your love, admonition and breathtaking presence were just simply you. I miss your jokes, our usual banter, our discussions and all the things we had in common. How could I forget your formidable voice, your wit, wisdom that you displayed time and again.

If anyone saw you they saw me, a remarkable resemblance which was not uncommon. I miss you old man. As I take a cursory look back, I know if I were I choose a father again, there would be no competition. Which is why I know wherever you are, I know you can see me and the loved ones you left behind, and I know I will see you again.

I miss you dearly old man. Please wake up! It's time to wake up! Stop sleeping. I still want to sip from your well of wisdom. I am lonely. I want you to talk to me, but your words are not forthcoming. Perhaps, you will stir, move or smile but even your eyelids are not twitching. Still give me a sign, to convince me that it's all but a dream.

I miss you old man. I still think about you every now and again. Can the pain ever go away? Words alone cannot sustain that painstaking feeling of abject loss. My heart stutters intermittently because of this, but it is not empty because I know you will always have a special place within the confines of my heart.

Adieu popsie....Rest in the perfect bosom of the Lord.