The Man I Never Doubted

You were the man we all loved.

It was so simple:

You loved and we loved you back.


There was never a time I doubted it.

There was never a moment you didn’t let us all know

That there was nothing that could take you away.


But death; death could take you above.

Sickness and disease could pave the road.

We’re told those two prepare us for what we can’t hold.


Life on earth passes until a quick or slow blow distinguishes it.

You’re in heaven. We’re down here. But it was your time to go.

“We miss you” is all we’re left with and able to say.


But you were the man I never doubted.

You were the hero we know doesn’t only exists in books.

You gave us all here something more.


It was the riddles you spoke; the jokes you told.

It was the small gifts you brought to make us smile.

It was the way your hands shook within your hold…


You were the man I knew was good.

A guy I could tell was so in love with his wife.

You were a grown-up boy who played as long as he could.


You touched so many lives, including my own.

I don’t know who could ask for more than what you gave.

You tried, you promised, you gave so we weren’t alone.


All the words I write down seem so little,

So very small and largely not enough.

But this is the little something I can do for you.


I’m painting a picture to capture some of you:

I thought I would catch your tears in the field.

I tried to envelope your love within the wheat.


But that painting will never be enough

To copy the hope you reflected in your years

Or to map the path traveled by your feet.


You know we all loved you so much.

I hope you know that there’s so much of my life

Who I am- and who I want to be- that you’ve touched.


I miss you and hope all is well where you are.

I’m sure your now steady hands and strong lungs

Provide more strength than our smoggy atmosphere can give.


I miss you and I couldn’t forget you if I tried.

We all miss you and still I cannot doubt your love.

I miss you so much but believe I’ll see you again

When my path leads me to our new home.


—Written by Sandy Heights

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