God, please turn back the hands of time… And put us on permanent pause… To a time when He was my everything… my Superman… Daddy… Virile, powerful and all-knowing… A giant of a man… With the heart of a lion and the wisdom of a sage….
God, I long for those days… I need those days again… Something to erase the sorrow… Stamp out this overwhelming, indescribably horrific grief… And take with it the turbulent tempest inside — the tsunami of emotion and tears that threaten to wash away any sign of my existence….
I just want things the way they were… That’s the way it’s supposed to be… As opposed to this extended stay in the Twilight Zone… As I wander in the universe in which everyone has a snout….
I’ll volunteer my time and energy… help the frail to cross the street… help feed and clothe those less fortunate… I’ll even eat asparagus.
Can we please make a deal?
Dad's Pal Al... 