Dad

He’s my best friend. he was there when I was born he held me in his hands kept me safe asked nothing in return. He’s my best friend. We shared laughs and memories I thought we had many more. I thought he was going to live forever. He was my best friend. Now him and Jesus are sharing laughs I long for the day I see him again. He steered me in the right direction made sure I didn’t veer to far off track even now as he sits with the father sometimes I think he has still got his hand on me. Dad you were my best friend