Dad !

The first snow flakes of the season fall in this early dawn

Red tail lights surround me setting me free

Free from this slow morning commute that I drive in

As I drift off and remember that night

The night; xmas eve driving to see the family

I seemed to be following an ambulance

Red lights a' flashing but no siren at all

Swiftly maneuvering the winding streets

Hmm I am still following them it just can't be

A left, a right and a right

Right down your street

It can't be it just can't be

I see a fire engine parked out in front

Now the ambulance parks right at its side

They rush in

I rush in completely numb tears building in my eyes

It just can't be it can't be

My brother in-law says don't go in there

Of course I do

Many firemen and ambulance people surround my father

He is on the floor his bare chest exposed

They seem not to be doing much at all

I know he is gone I know it

I walk back out the front door

Numb numb numb numb as can be

As if an odd dream

I walk to the end of street

I look out into the bay

Out towards the boston skyline

In total disbelief

But I know he is gone

Xmas eve he is gone

I collect myself a little

I go back in the house

They prepare him onto the stretcher

They take him out into the ambulance

They can't say to me he is dead

But I know we know he is gone

I see my sister

I see her two little ones

They saw Grampa on the floor as well

They will never forget

We will never forget

Dad, Grampa in his room surrounded by his art

His paintings his art

Clutching a winning ticket, a scratch ticket

20$ I believe

On xmas eve

He went quick

He went peaceful

He got the golden ticket out of here

Who woulda known it would be that night

I miss him so

Hazel will never get to meet him

He would of loved her so

This I know

I now have his art hanging in my AM Room

I hang my art next to his on the wall

Thanks Dad for endless inspiration

I will carry him on and on and on

Tell everyone about him

Tell them about his art

How he was a good man

He raised ten kids

He was a good man

As my Mother says,"He coulda stuck around a little longer!"

I clearly remembered that night of 6 years ago

It took some snow flakes and red lights to bring it back

I drifted right out of that commute to work this morning

I do not remember how I got to exit 37

Who was driving my car?

Dad?

DMM

10/16/09