It has been almost 9 years since my Dad passed. I knew the day would come. Dad’s health had been failing for several years and in his final two months he spent most of the time in bed. I think he was in a lot of pain near the end, but he would never complain. It was not like him to ever complain. All through his 85 years, he carried the burden of so much sorrow. His father died when he was a young boy. His sister Ann died at an early age from heart problems. He lost buddies in the war and his eldest son died at the age of 5. Still, Dad never complained and he always pressed on doing what was best for his family.
An interesting poem titled, CRUEL COGITO
written by Ken Chen;
My Dad was not a fan of oysters, but I would enjoy having a conversation with him just once more.