The stage of denial

Everyone says I refuse to accept,
That my daddy has died,
And that is true because I do,
Believe daddy is still alive.

I can still see him sitting,
In his favourite chair,
And although it's not real i still truly feel,
That daddy really is there.

I can still hear him saying,
I'd better study for exams soon,
And I still hear us chat, then I'd talk back,
On the deck in the late afternoon.

I still believe he hugs me,
And sighs when my room's in a state,
I still see him play, with Hugh on Thursday,
His guitar teacher and mate.

Nobody will ever believe me,
That I still have a dad,
But I truly know, he would never go,
Because love doesn't make people sad.

And people all stare at me weirdly,
When I say hello daddy and smile,
They cry and fret, because they're upset,
And say I'm in the stage of denial.