How Do I Say Good-Bye?

I walk in the house you made a home. Now, it's only a house again. I try to picture you there, but it's only a dream within me. What laughter there was died years ago, when God closed your eyes and took your soul. Deep inside I know you're free, but pity takes over. You've left me. How do I get passed the void you've left ? When in my heart your memories are kept. How do I move on without leaving you behind? How do I keep you in my heart and not constantly on my mind? When does the darkness go into the light? When will the grass be green and the sun be bright? When will I look at your pictures and just smile at what we had, instead of crying for the loss of my dad? Will this grieving stop someday soon? Perhaps, if there's really a man in the moon