Archive for September, 2012

I heard my father died today

September 23, 2012

I got the call.
It was between cries and wails
but I heard what she said.

Today, my father died.
You’ve probably read about him
as I’ve written about him many times.

He was larger than many mountains,
and he was silent but touched
many lives.

My father was all of those things.
He was that man.


A Rock

September 23, 2012

I’ve heard it said, I’ve heard about a rock and I’ve heard about an island.
I know I’ve got one, not sure which, maybe an anchor.
She asked me what I’d be doing without her and I know exactly what I’d be doing.
It ain’t pretty and it ain’t something you wanna know.

She asked me if I’d be something special and I know.
It ain’t special and it ain’t pretty.
I’d be all those things you don’t want to know and all those things you
can’t imagine me being, but I’ve got an anchor.

Yeah, that’s me.
I’m that guy.
But I’ve got my anchor and I’ve got
what keeps me from being that guy.

I’m a bar fight. I’m a gun shot.
I’m a guy in an alley puking more alcohol
than you’ve had in a year.
I’m that guy, save my anchor.

I’m a prison sentence.
I’m a .45 waiting for a reason.
I’m a strong right hand and a broken jaw.
I’m that guy, save my anchor.

She asks me what I’d be had we not met,
and I’ll tell you what,
you don’t want to know.

The Strongest Man in the World

September 3, 2012

The strongest man in the world is only as strong as the man you remember him to be. I remember my father to be the strongest man in the world.

I remember being a kid and knowing my dad was the toughest dad, as all boys do. I remember the rumbling sound as I sat on the bus and the other kids would look out the window and wonder who that man was on that monster of a rumbling machine and say, “Is that your Dad!?” and I would jump up and get off the bus in time to jump on the back of that rumbling monster of a motorcycle and ride home and I would be beaming knowing all those other kids knew my dad was at least as tough as the toughest dad. I remember my dad turning wrenches, lifting things no other man could lift, and reaching into places there were things no one would reach and up to things no one could reach and I would wonder if I could ever be as big a man as he was. He was the strongest man in the world.

I remember wondering if there were anything he couldn’t do. He would ask me to help him from time to time, but I’m sure it was because he loved me as a son, not because he needed me, because I know he could do anything. He was the strongest man in the world. He would rebuild a car, a motorcycle, something in the house, all of it. He built two houses and asked for my help making me feel a part of it all. He wasn’t only the strongest man, he knew who I was and who I could be if he helped me be that man. I was a boy, and he built up the boy, and then I was a man. Then was the day I know he knew would come and the rest of us never really thought would and he knew I would be man enough and, then it was…