Sunday, June 19, 2011

Bittersweet Holiday

The Pilgrim's Dad
Poet, pastor, friend and all-round good guy Greg Asimakoupoulos has echoed my sentiments again in his Father's Day submission.

Greg writes:

It's that day of the year
when I'm glad I'm a dad
but I grieve that my own's not around.
And I wish I could tell him
how deeply he's missed
since we laid him six feet 'neath the ground.

I'd love him to know
that my girls have achieved
and have made godly choices in life.
How I wish he could meet
the young man who proposed
and will soon make my daughter his wife.

There is much I would ask him
about real estate,
how to broker a deal on a car,
when to liquidate assets
or buy struggling stocks,
how to read a long putt for a par.

Seems I took Dad for granted
and wrongly believed
he would always be there to ask how.
I deluded myself
thinking there would be time
even when cancer furrowed his brow.

And while I am grateful
for all that he did
(not the least was to teach me to pray),
I've a lump in my throat
and a knot in my gut
as I thank God for Dad this Sunday.

Greg Asimakoupoulos

Greg's Note: My dad lost his 14 year battle to prostate cancer on November 4, 2008. I miss him more than words can say!

David's Note: My dad went "home" to be with Jesus on May 21st, 1992 after losing a brief battle to cancer.  Like Greg, I miss him dearly!  Life is sure different without a father.  Mine was the best! 


  1. What a lovely poem. My father passed away 21 years ago and I still miss him and think about him every day.

  2. Thank you for sharing David. My father passed away in 1969 when I was 10 years old. I wish I had know him as an adult and wonder what our relationship might have been like.