My Dad

He was my idol
He was my friend
He was my mentor, until the end
And every day that goes by
I still miss that guy.
My Dad

He was driven
He was strong
Traits I inherited from him, before too long.
I thought he’d be there to support me my whole life.
But a drunk driver took him, leaving behind a small boy and a wife.

I remember his smile and
the way he would laugh.
He was my Mom’s high school sweetheart
She’d call him her better half.
Constant companions all three of us
That’s what made the news bulletin even
more rough.

I just finished watching super friends
I was nine years old
My Mom said flip to the news; I did what I was told
Breaking news was written on the screen
The mangled cars and police on the scene.
I looked at my Mom, so quiet, not making a peep.
I looked at the TV and said that looks like Daddy’s jeep.
There was one fatality, but of course not the drunk driver.
The name came from the announcer
Dead was my Dad, Jacob P. Criver.

Mom fell to pieces; I didn’t know what was wrong.
But my whole life would change; I knew that before too long.

The news is important, and provides needed information.
But no one should hear their father has died through the local news station.