The day before you died
you looked into my eyes
and promised to get better,
at least well enough to travel.
To take me back to Lake Tahoe
a paradise where the sun always shines
silhouettes of giant white fur and pine
paint the night sky.
The crisp cool breeze
whistles as it passes through the trees
and the sound of the water in the lake
crashing against the many rocks
will wash away any bad thoughts
& make a person feel brand new.
That one special night in July
you made your world famous kabob
as we sat fireside
on a make-shift barbecue
right outside of a camping site we snuck into, illegally.
As we sat around a roaring fire
watching the embers slowly dying
you glanced up to admire the stars and the moon,
said they looked extra special from that view.
We all sat there, and smiled
it was one of those rare moments of bliss
I thought to myself, this is it.
This was what it felt like to be in a happy family
growing up we had our fair share of problems
but every trip to Tahoe felt like the solution
The water and the wind washed away our troubles
I guess you can say
I was hoping for a miracle
To bring us back to the one place
I felt safe
In that moment the entire world
was in a state of equilibrium.
On November 14th
you did travel
you left this world
to venture off to a different kind of paradise.
One that outshines
our humble heaven on earth.
One day, I will be able to join you
the troubles that we’ve faced
will be just a memory
you and I will be looking up
For now, I know you are always around
here on earth I will stand my ground
wait patiently till we can meet again