Dad, Where Are You?

I can't call you on the phone. I can't knock on your door. When I do there is no answer. No matter how loud I scream you can't respond. If I ever have children, they will never know you; how funny you were, how generous you were, how there was nothing that could stop you from giving us everything we needed and wanted. You won't be there to walk your daughter down the aisle. You won't be there to watch football with your sons. You won't be there to witness your grand daughters growing up and getting chased by boys. You won't be there to comfort us as life push us down. You won't be there to plan our future. You won't be there when Egypt gets a new President. You won't be there tomorrow or the days after. I wish Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again. I thought of you today, but this is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake from which I'll never part. God Has you in His Arms, I have you in my heart.

Today we all mourn one year since you left this world. We were all there praying for you. It was beautiful. We felt your presence. We always do wherever we are whenever we go.

I love you Pappy.