A year ago today, moments began forming that, by day's end, would shake my very foundation. You see, on Oct. 21, 2009, my father, Jacob Jamison, passed. I cannot begin to describe the emotions that rushed through me when I discovered that he was gone, but today, I can say that I am coping, and while some days it gets harder, and there are times when I'm an emotional wreck, I feel like I'm moving towards absolving myself of the grief. Eventually I will be able to remember my father as the strong and loving man he was, in spite of him no longer being with me. It's amazing what can transpire in a year. People come and go from our lives, ideas change, and within our spirits there are multiple birthings and dyings. Treasure each moment for the uniqueness of it, because once gone, it can never be duplicated again.
To my father, I miss you greatly. I feel like my words can never come close to explaining everything you meant to me, both spoken and unspoken. I feel you with me still. Love you, always.
the Rare Poet
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