John Beachbuggy Robert Blezard

a poem for our dad

Dad
by bernadette blezard

Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.

Dad, who I turned to for answers
when life didnt not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when those pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.

Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.

may noone ever speak less off you.

love you dad
xox

Bernadette Blezard (daughter) August 3, 2007

i miss you daddy

i miss you dad, god took you from me when i was little, so i never had time to know you. we all miss you even mum( but she trys not to show it to be strong for us kids) , it seems so wrong i never knew you.i know you was know angel but you loved us all the same, you was a man who worked hard for what he wanted and made sure noone was left out. our family has just broken apart since you went. not many of us talk and there is always someone fighting because they wanna show that they miss you the most but we all miss you the same, i love you daddy and hope oneday we will meet again propley. love your youngest child bernadette xx

Bernadette Mary Rose Blezard (Daughter) March 16, 2007

we all love u

dad hold me now,
I long to feel your touch.
dad my heart weeps still,
I miss you so very much.
I miss your warmth, I miss your smile,
I miss your gentle guiding hand.
You taught how to hold a bat,
When to walk, to run, to stand.
You offered such acceptance,
Always let me be who I am,
Often nursing me off to sleep,
I was much luckier than most.
To this day, I rejoice my fortune,
Knowing I was a lucky one;
To be born of a loving and gentle man,
Who reached out and touched his son.
dad hold me now...

from john

John (Son) March 12, 2007

we drifted

dad i didn't keep in touch when i left,so i didn't know you had passed away.i didn't know you were ill,please forgive me i'm so sorry,i'm very stubborn when i want to be,wonder who i get that from.getting to know della-marie now she an adult and married with a family is strange but wonderful,she so funny and i'm proud to be her sister,wished i been around to help,when you were ill,can't turn clocks back,but i will do what ever i can if they need me.thinking of you. all my love tina xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tina Holliman-Frewin (Daughter) March 11, 2007