CONRAD LINCOLN McKAY

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CONRAD LINCOLN McKAY 25 Years I poured a cup of tea, refilled many times. Sifted through the memories over and over in my mind. Tried to find the right words but nothing seems to say how it feels, how it is, how it's been since that day. Then they come, the tears and the pain, almost feels like that day again. I sit up straight: remind myself Dad doesn't want it this way. Celebrate the good he gave and left behind. Live your life with love and him in mind. Soccer isn't the same and fishing is as close as we get. It's pretty safe to say, you haven't really left. Time doesn't heal the wounds, it's just something people say. I know that because We all miss you every day. I don't have the words, even to this day. I fill the conversations with nothing but cliches. So I sat down to write all the things I thought I had to say. But I can't explain how hard this is, I've tried for the last few days. We miss you, we love you and will never forget your face. We talk about you, we remember you, every single day. We know that you're with us, just not the way we would like. But we can feel you loving and living and following our lives. I guess that's how you say it That time doesn't do anything but pass. We still love you, we still miss you.. Every day, a little more than the last. Brett and Destiny

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Sep 25, 2014