Cancer is a cruel and cunning foe. It sneaks up on you silently. Sometimes, it lies in wait for a long time before it pounces on you. It doesn't play fair. It follows no rules. It is ruthless.
My father was a wonderful man. He was kind and loyal and generous to a fault. Charisma oozed from his pores. He was what you would call a "character". Few who met him, didn't love him. Those who didn't, at least respected him. He was a shrewd businessman and could be a formidable opponent, when necessary.
For the next fourteen months, there were many ups and downs. Every step forward brought two more steps back, but never once did I lose faith. It simply never occurred to me that he wouldn't get well. But, ultimately, he didn't. His last several weeks were spent at Hospice. Let me tell you, he was the most popular guy there!
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.