A Son’s Tribute to His Father
June 1st followed May. It was a cold and raw day.
The defender left the house, embraced by his loving spouse. Did he know that Monday would be his last? In the service of others, he maneuvered fast.
Conviction of steel, a heart of pure gold, always a warm hand to hold. He touched all those he met. In those minds, Peter was his name. Once gifted with his smile and warmth, their lives would never be the same.
To love and to give offered him great joy. Despite the years, he had the promise and soul of a beautiful boy.
His family and friends always at the center, it wasn’t just for clients he assumed the role of defender. To champion, to protect, and to love, that energy pushed him to soar above.
A drive to succeed in the eyes of others helped make him wise. Life to him was joy and an unfolding surprise. Our loss that he met an untimely demise.
On that gray Monday, the universe had its say. My dad was to go another way.
The man that was a King took his last breath in Queens. 7 years later, I still struggle to know what it means. An adopted child who fell into his family, who would have guessed. To call him my father, I was truly blessed.