This Week Daddy

It seems as though it was yesterday,
When you were there to help me learn about life.

When I cried, it was your hand
That wiped the tears away.
When I fell,
It was you that picked me up.
When I had a boo boo,
It was your lips that kissed the pain away.
When I had a nightmare,
It was you that ran to comfort me.

When I did wrong,
It was your voice that scolded me.

I remember the fishing trips,
All the times we went boating,
I’ll never forget the camping trips that we took as
well.
Then the time that you taught me water ski,
Or the first time you took me hunting.
And yes, I remember when you took me racing with you
as well.

But the times have changed,
And now I have to take your hand,
To lead you thru life.

It hurts like hell,
To see you in this condition,
And what hurts more,
Is to know that you have chosen it.

You picked up the booze,
You turned your back on your family.
You picked up the booze again,
You turned your back on your health.
You then went back to the booze,
Now it will claim your life,
And take you from me.

Until that day comes,
I must now take care of you,
The same way you took care of me, when I was little.

I now have to help you eat,
Help you to the restroom,
Help you remember where you are,
And tell you who I am.

I have to make your doctor appointments,
And remind you that you went.
I have to tell you over and over,
Exactly what they said.

You keep forgetting that you’re divorced,
And search over and over for momma.
I try to tell you that she is remarried,
But you just don’t seem to understand that.

Now the day has come,
When I must take you to
Draw up your will,
And make the final preparations
To say good-bye that final time.

It tears me up inside,
To reflect back on our life.
I was once your little girl,
Now, I am the one to take care of you.

This week daddy,
I will talk to you,
And tell you how you are,
And remind you of what the doctor said.

I will take you down,
And file for power of attorney,
Afterward daddy, we will go and prepare your will.

The worst part of it all,
Is that you won’t remember doing it after all is said
and done.

This week, daddy,
I will remind you what my name is, and who I am.
I will inform you once again of the children that I
have,
I will again remind you of where you are,
And that you went to the doctor, and what he said.

This week, daddy,
I will feed you daily,
And you won’t remember eating.
I will again after all this beg you to please stop
drinking.

This week, daddy,
I will prepare myself to tell you good-bye
At the end of each phone call,
And at the end of each visit,
As though it was for the last time.

This week, daddy,
I will try my best again,
To hold back the tears while I am there with you,
So, when that dreadful time comes,
You will go in peace, away from me, for the final
time.

This week, daddy,
I will beg God, and ask of grandpa,
That they watch over you,
And take care of you,
While I lose pieces of my heart.

This week daddy,
I will continue to love you,
Like you loved me,
When I was your little girl.

This week daddy,
I will try once again everyday,
To ask you to put the booze away.

Daddy,
I love you! And I will miss you!
But I hope, that when you go, you will go to God,
And I pray, that when that day comes,
From that point on, you will be sober,
And once again,
You’ll be the daddy that I knew, when I was your
little girl.

May God bless you and protect you always!

This week, daddy, I will continue to love you!