The Legacy
It's been seventeen years now, those gone past, some slow some fast, but none pass without the memory of you maintaining, staying bold, and strong, never growing cold or old.
Your smiling face is carried on plastic still, tucked safely in pocket, going where I go, those who chance to look upon it say, "now there is indeed a happy face", the inner glow so very clear, but there is more to say.
You taught me how to care, command courage when none was there, enlightened me with humor, showing me how to laugh and sing when things go wrong or I happen to stumble around.
Yes, these and much more you've given. But the finest gifts of all...a conscience to follow...a heart to give...a soul to care...a soaring spirit to share
...these all wrapped in words you told, as adventures you took, life's toils you lived and loves you shared, so I write these words in honor of you, Billy Boy.
Should others now find in my stories you told that greater defining strength, that passionate heartfelt tenderness so strong then indeed you live on, this then...is the legacy of Billy Boy, my dad, my father.
T.Condon sept.'98
In memory of my dad, Bill Condon, 1905-1980
In memory of my dad, Bill Condon, 1905-1980
