In the quiet of the night, he whispered his adieu,
A silence that spoke louder than words could do,
His eyes, once bright, now dimmed with time’s embrace,
Left us to ponder in this empty space.

His hands, so strong, now rested still and cold,
Stories of his youth, in our hearts, retold,
The laughter and the tears, the lessons he imparted,
Remain with us, though he has departed.

The echoes of his voice linger in the air,
A presence felt, though he is not there,
In dreams, he visits, a comfort in disguise,
A father’s love that never truly dies.

Though the world feels heavier with his absence,
We find solace in his eternal presence,
His spirit lives on in each breath we take,
A guardian angel, for our sake.