Good morning, my Maverick,
It’s been a year now,
Since the world lost your boots on the ground—
But not your spirit.
That rides beside me still,
like dust trails in the golden morning sun.
Somehow, through the quiet,
you speak louder than ever.
In the little things—
the choices I make,
the strength I find
when I thought I had none.
You’re still the compass in my wild west.
I miss your laugh,
that stubborn grin that said,
“You’ll be alright, kid.”
And somehow, I am—
because you taught me how to hold steady
when the wind kicks up.
You might be gone in body, Pops,
but you’re carved into the grain of who I am.
And in this year without you,
I’ve never felt you closer.
Ride easy up there.
I’m doing okay down here.
With love always,
Your kid 🤍
Lauren-Rose Carney
18/07/2025