At Worlds End

The world ended when Papa died
the screaming of my soul... echoed in my voice.
Suddenly the security I had always known...gone.
My small, safe world now huge and frightening.
My savior, guide, teacher, and friend,
gone in a blink of my eyes.
What will I do now?
Who will help me now?
Who will teach me now?
Where will my life go from here?
How will I know if I'm making good decisions?
So that life is over and this life must go on.
The revelations keep coming, and I find after the tragedy
is a continuation of saving, guiding, teaching, friendship.
Others take these roles, and fill them
like a square peg in a round hole.
They are filled but not exactly...None will be my Papa.
None can take that place.
But I learn he was not perfect, and so others in his roles,
succeed for they too are not perfect.
The end was only the beginning.

5/11/09