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In Memory of my Father
Frank Smith Sr. (1945 - 2002)
This page is dedicated to my Father who passed away last year on October 14th, 2002.
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To Those I Love and Those Who Love Me
When I am gone, release me, let me go...I have so many things to see and do. You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears; be happy that we had so many years. I gave to you my love; you can only guess how much you gave to me in happiness. I thank you for the love you each have shown, but now it's time I travelled alone. So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must, then let your grief be comforted by trust. It's only for awhile that we must part, so bless the memories within your heart. I won't be far away, for life goes on; so if you need me, call and I will come. Though you can't see me or touch me, I'll be near and if you listen with your heart, you'll hear all my love around you soft and clear. And then, when you must come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and say "Welcome Home".
Author Unknown
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To Be The Man You Are
As me and all my little friends were gathered in my fort
You built it in the backyard so wed have a place to go
I remember how theyd tell me that my father was so cool
You were everybodys idol though we didnt let you know
You always had the answers to the questions in my mind
I would listen to your stories, as youd fix the toys Id bring
I would re-enact adventures of your tales so long ago
And through our years together you would teach me everything
I knew you were a soldier and sometimes youd go away
But I swore Id hear you singing, as youd play that old guitar
When you came back I would ask you if you fought in any wars
Then Id sit and watch you working, as youd tinker with the car
But with age I got much wiser as my innocence was lost
I could tell there was a problem though I never questioned what
I would spy on all your parties watching people laugh and talk
Sometimes you sounded angry when my bedroom door was shut
The passing years revealing all I missed when I was young
Though our life was never perfect I still looked at you with pride
But as I learnt rebellion we could feel the tables turn
I know it must have hurt you as I wandered from your side
Emotion was unknown so youd try to teach with fear
I know you tried to save me from a world you knew so well
My respect for you undying but Id shrug your words away
Cause like the man before me Id discover my own hell
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The path I walked was brutal and it left me cold and scarred
For years I tried to blame you for the hatred that Id feel
I was always quick to tell you that you made the man I am
But inside my love was stronger and the anger was not real
So we put the past behind us and we opened up our hearts
I remembered all the good times that I claimed we never had
With lumber and the right tools there is nothing I cant make
And when people give me credit I tell them to thank my Dad
You helped with my addiction for you knew it all too well
We admitted all our failures and forgave what we have done
And for once I heard you tell me that I've always made you proud
And I finally told you Father, I was proud to be your son
We could finally say, I love you and share fears we held inside
I thanked you for the skills I have that every man should know
Though distance was an issue we could finally share a bond
A father/son connection was allowed to finally grow
Now Im starring at your picture though its hard to see your face
Cause my vision is so blurry from a thousand falling tears
I am thankful for the moments that we shared towards the end
I just wish we had those moments for another thirty years
Inside I feel so empty like you left behind a void
If only I had known that my love went down so far
I will conquer my addiction so well both know victory
And I only hope that one day I can be the man you are
By LoneWolf (In Memory of my Father 1945 to 2002)
Also in memory of Trevor (TJ) Wiebe, a friend who went missing on January 5th, 2003 and whos body was latter found on February 8th...he is now known as Winnipegs 3rd Homicide.
Chemical Warrior
Your death my friend was such a waste
But thats the game we choose to play
Ill miss the way you viewed the world
Too high a price you had to pay
Though many think you ways were wrong
You only chose to spread the truth
Heavens higher than youve been
Ask God to give you back your youth
I never knew quite who you were
So many faces you could wear
Disillusioned all the way
You lived your life without a care
But ways are changing way too fast
And life is cheap in troubled times
I hope youve finally found your peace
Your killers paying for their crimes
You only left behind your eyes
An image burnt within my mind
I always wondered what you thought
But feared the nightmares I might find
And as I tip this glass for you
Please know I saw you as a friend
When others thought you ran away
I knew deep down you met your end
In Memory of TJ Fly high my friend.
By LoneWolf (11 Feb 03)
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My Dads hat, my vest, my Dads guitar
...our symbol of love.
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