My father died this morning.
I found him hunched over in his chair.
I shook him, and cried, "Dad!", but he was stiff and cold.
Frozen drool down his chin... he's finally at peace.
His cold blue eyes still looking at the world that has passed him by.
I look through his past possessions... looking at old pictures of him... looking at future pictures of me.
Seeing life through his eyes, as he can only see life through my eyes now.
Yes, my father lives on, in his many children's hearts.
Hearts full of hope, and celebration for life.