Hey Dad

Hey Dad
I wonder what you think of me
Are you proud of who I am
I don't remember your face well
Though I could look at photos
I know you look a lot like my brother
I know you didn't have a choice in how you left
And death was a blessing after brain tumors and coma
I see you so much in me
In my interest in mental health
In my handwriting that looks identical to yours
I found your old address book and thought it was mine at first
In my eyebrows
In my eyes
My Scottish heritage
The dimples my grandmother mentions are so like yours
My bad teeth, though I won't hold that one against you
Mom will always miss you
I wish I'd known you well enough to miss you
I think you and I would have long philosophical conversations
Perhaps one day, though I've a long life ahead of me first
I'll see you on the other side

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