[Name redacted], sharp and spry,
Lost her dad, no goodbye.
One day present, full of jest,
Next day gone—life’s cruelest test.
At eighteen, with a smirk so grim,
She joined the Navy on a whim.
Cryptologist, cracking codes,
Hoping to lighten her heavy loads.
“Dad, you there?” she’d whisper tight, But death’s got a line that’s out of sight. Turns out heaven’s a one-way street, No callbacks, no repeat.
She got out with medals, pride intact, Headed to Vassar, life on track.
Graduating old but still on top,
Dragging the silence, never to drop.
“Hey Dad, I’m almost done,”
She’d mutter, squinting at the sun.
But the afterlife? Still out on break,
And heaven’s HR? Not known for give-and-take.
Somewhere out there, with a ghostly cheer,
He’d chuckle, “You made it, my dear.
Congrats on the gown, and the cap, to show
Wish I could come, but I’m laying low.”