DAY 48 - EARLY DECEMBER 2005

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EARLY DECEMBER 2005

Dad was in a nursing home, terminal cancer,

me at his bedside, holding his hand. He’d doze,

we’d talk, share a few treasured stories.

His favorite big band music played softly,

“We’ll Meet Again,” Vera Lynn’s voice comforting.

I apologized for careless words spoken over the years.

He did the same, observing how silly it had been.

Sharing his last hours in that sacred space was a gift.

I didn’t want to leave; I wanted to hold onto him

for as long as I could. Always there for me, my hero,

he died twenty long years ago. When I miss him now,

I play that same song, feel that hushed moment.

Life has gone on, but it lacks some of it’s sparkle…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6NMMEQSdbk