I'm having a tough emotional day.
I found an external drive full of old photos and waves of melancholy have been rushing up on me throughout the day.
It's not the anniversary of his death. Not his birthday. It's not a holiday.
But as I write this, I cannot help missing my DAD so much that the weight of it pulls the tears straight from my heart.
He was my best friend and ardent advocate. Everything I learned about temperance, love and patience began with him.
So I wrote a little poem to go with some of the photos I've found.
Sorting through old photos...
Dad at ~7 years old.
Tokens of yesteryear
My parents before I was a twinkle in their eye.
Group shots
Celebrating someone's birthday was always a thing.
Funny shots
Yes, dad. That hurts. That's why we don't do that.
Youthful moments
He certainly loved music.
And miracles
Dad with my newborn niece.
Visiting these moments
My wedding day.
With a cold click of the mouse
I have a piece of dad with me always.
Yearning to have a moment
When I could hold you again.
I think this is my favorite picture with me and my dad.
John M. Buley
October 24, 1950 - June 22, 2010
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