I miss the days when I’d get dragged out of bed to start a new day
When I had someone to take me to school, and take me home
When I could have fun on weekends
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I miss the days when Saturday night’s would last ‘til next day
When every week or so we’d have barbeques and stuff ourselves
When home felt complete
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I miss the days when I would see the other half of my family
When we’d get invited to parties that had no actual reason
When I was happy and smiled more
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I miss the days when I could go places
When we’d go and shop in the big mall and buy stuff
When we’d go to the Fair and enjoy ourselves
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I miss the days when things were more interesting
When stories from you’re homeland made me laugh even just a little
When not-so-smart advice made me smile
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I miss the days when I had someone next to me
When mom would get angry and I had someone to explain calmly what went wrong
When I had someone to agree with me from time-to-time
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I miss the days when we’d meet, even though the family broke apart
When we’d go out, even if it was the three of us
When you’d treat us, even though we needed a lot more
But I can’t…

Because my Dad is gone

I hope for the day when we can see each other again
When you’re not hiding
When you care enough to at least give a call
But I can’t…

Because you’re gone, Dad