Daddy

How I see the loss of my father.

I say the words he said.
I feel the way he felt.
I sit where he sat.
I do as he did.
His words still ring, so true.
No truer words have been spoken, since.
Now, I carry his same burdens.
As if meant to be.
Legacy after legacy.
If only, he had known what was to come.
Maybe, he could of prepared me a little more.
Only, now do I understand his lonely despair.
Slowly, tragically turned into disheartened distrust.
Could this be my punishment?
Or, is it to be my destiny?
I pray, now, that he still sits beside me.
As, we have many, many times before.