Thomas Baumgart

August 12th, 1953

July 20, 2006

Dad,

Dad...so many images come to mind

whenever we speak your name;

It seems without you in our lives

things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days

when we were just little girls;

When our lives were consumed in you

in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times

when we always looked to you;

No matter what happened in our lives

you could make our gray skies blue.

Dad, some days we hear your voice

and turn to see your face;

Yet in our turning...it seems

the sound has been erased.

Dad, who will we turn to for answers

when life does not make sense;

Who will be there to hold us close

when the pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if we could turn back time

and once more hear your voice;

We'd tell you that out of all the dads

you would still be our choice.

Please always know that we love you

and no one can take your place;

Years may come and go

but your memories will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening

in your home above;

Would you go and find our dad

and give him all our love.

Missing you on Father's day,