that kind of father to me

i pick my head up and glance at that huge smile beaming from the framed picture on my desk.
the one i awake to every morning.
i miss him so much more today.
He was that kind of father to me. He was 'there'.
Supportive. determined to put a smile on my face.
He never let a moment go by, without telling me that he wished he could do more to make it better for me.

What he didnt know; was that it couldnt get any better.
to be together. to have him, a dad figure.
to prove to me that i was worth it.

Thats all i needed day after day.
i can feel that now as he continues looking down and "just being there."

A million words running through my head, still speechless of how much
his words
his heart;
made me.