12 years

Day 3 – March SOLSC

“Those whom we have loved never really leave us.  They live on forever in our hearts and cast their radiant light onto our every shadow.” ~ S. Rossetti

It’s been 12 years….

12 years since we lost you.

12 years since I didn’t get to say good-bye.

12 years since I’ve heard you say “Hey Jen, it’s Dad.”

12 years since I’ve heard your laugh – the infectious laugh that everyone misses.

12 years since I’ve gotten a silly email from you.

12 years since we sat on the couch watching Law & Order.

12 years since I’ve had to iron your shirts because you wouldn’t ask mom.

12 years since we had a Diner date.

12 years since I’ve gotten a card signed “Love, Dad.”

12 years since you’ve twirled me around a dance floor while singing in my ear.

It’s been 12 years…

12 years without your comforting hugs.

12 years without your stories and advice.

12 years without scenic tours.

12 years without hearing you tell Brian that Coors Light is the best because you can drink it all day.

12 years without your last minute projects you needed my help with.

12 years without our Christmas eve shopping trips.

12 years without your light up the room smile.

12 years without trips to Carvel (Wednesday is Sundae!)

12 years without seeing the pride on your face when you spoke about Brian and me.

12 years without your positive attitude, life of the party, happy go lucky, contagious personality present in my life.

It’s been 12 years without you and I just miss you…


I’m participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge!  Thank you to the team of writers at Two Writing Teachers for this wonderful writing community.  A place for us to grow together as writers.  

11 thoughts on “12 years

  1. Wow, I’m tearing up just reading this. My post is also a reflection about someone who we lost 12 years ago, so your post just stood out to me. Your list captures so much of the ordinary things that we do together that make up the fabric of our relationships. I’m so sorry for your loss and so glad that you chose to honor your dad in this way. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. So beautiful. It makes me want to write one for my mom. Maybe when I hit the 12 year mark. I hope writing and sharing this with us all provides you a little comfort. The love you had for each other shines through in each line.

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    • Thank you! Writing about my dad has definitely given me some comfort – although the screen becomes blurry quite often! He was my first love – I’m glad it shines through in my writing. So sorry about the loss of your mom.

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  3. A beautiful tribute to a man who was clearly connected to you in countless ways. The repetition of the number 12 was powerful in your poem. On the first day of the challenge, I wrote a poem called Twelve, so I felt compelled to read your entry for the sake of numerical coincidence. My dad has been gone only 2 years, and I can relate to so many of the things you write as I shared them, too. Remembering helps.

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  4. This is a beautiful reflection of your relationship with your dad. In three days it will be 22 years since I lost my mom…I might have to borrow your format and do some reflecting of my own. Thank you for sharing!

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  5. What an amazing man! Just think of how he is right by your side cheering you on. Think of all of the love he had for you (still has). Physically gone but spiritually still near. I feel my mom and great gram’s warmth. When I really miss my girls, I cry, I mope around, I yell… and then there’s that warmth that reminds me of their presence. Beautiful reflection. Thank you for being so open and sharing this.

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