Hugh McCoy (Feb 25 1938 - Feb 3 2010)

He taught me how to ride a my bike
He was right beside so I would not fall
He showed me how to swing a bat
To catch and throw a ball

He would sometimes let me win,
When he knew that I was done
Even when I came in last
He made me feel like number one

The day he taught me how to cut the grass
His joy he could barely contain
The smile he had was for me
But also that he would never have to mow the lawn again

He taught me how to drive a car,
The whole time he held his breath
He would deny it to this day
But I scared him half to death

I hit that age where I knew it all
And sometimes we would fight
Looking back now I know its true
He was usually right

He told to me to chase my dreams
And to hold close to what’s inside
Just remember its not what’s at the end
, Son... it's the ride

I have a child of my own
And now I understand
What he had been teaching me was,
How to be a dad, not just a man

He left this world way to soon
I can't help but to feel sad
These four words I hope he hears

I love you Dad

written By
Ken McCoy