This way.
Two of my friends who each married
A Widower were practically
Cast aside by his family when
He died.
But it's not true of me.
We were together again today, the
Seitzinger clan,
My last Christmas gathering of
The year.
We crowded around the table at
The restaurant.
Jack Junior leads the prayer now,
But Jack Senior's influence remains.
We repeated his familiar lines:
"You may be wondering why I
Called this meeting."
And when our meal was over,
"Something spoiled my appetite."
He was there among us, in
His kids' faces,
In our thoughts,
In our camaraderie and
Mutual love.
He would be delighted to know
That his kids greet me,
Treat me like I'm still one of
Them.
I am.
I'm blessed indeed.
When I lost Jack, I didn't lose his
Family too.