Author Adelaide Green

Loss is loss is loss is loss. When you lose something it can be replaced, sun glasses, keys, a phone. But with people you can’t. Someone asked me about my parents and I mentioned my dad died. “Oh you don’t have a dad.” I do have a dad. He is gone from his physical body but he was here and he was mine. I lost him. I just now wont be able to find him. Loss is loss is loss is loss. Maybe he’s on the island where lost things go? But I know he’s not. I sense him here sometimes. I see him sometimes, in the hawk, in my children. I hear him still, “Sissy” bounces off the walls. I still feel that I have a dad, not had one. Have, not had. Either way loss is loss is loss is loss. Memories douse my mind and slip through my fingers all at once. In my mind he is still here. Full body, mind and spirit. But if I look for him he’s gone. I had him he was mine. I have him he still is mine. Have not had. Loss is loss is loss is loss.