Nearly the anniversary of his death.

i wrote this nearly one year ago..on aol blog. i saved it.
i am going to write exactly, what i wrote then:

i have been so proud of you. all my life. Meet "your" Press: taught me so much. Your intellect, with that Irish glint in your eyes. You were so delighted, so"pumped" in this presidential RACE.
you made me proud, to have been born in Buffalo

To Big Russ,

Timmy Boy..the pipes are calling you....
Tis nearly father's Day, my boy..i know your a safe lad now.
Tis you, tis you..must go, and i must bide..
But come yee back in summer......or when the valley's hushed white with snow.
Tis, I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.......i love you so

And i shall hear. tho soft you tread ..above me...
and my dreams will warm and sweeter be.......
I'll simply sleep in peace........my Timmy Boy, ........I love you so.