Remembering... with love
It is time... A year ago, my dad went into the hospital for heart surgeries. There were complications, and the day after Father's Day, the life support was shut down, and he was allowed to go. He was 85. For most of the 55 years I knew him, we did not play well together. The decision was my own, to avoid, as much as it may have been his to keep his own distance. But after a series of other partings, thoughts and realizations coalesced in this poem, and I finally took the lesson to heart: I took... Sign in to see full entry.