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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Death of My Father Sunrise seen from hospital window view his body wasting away nearby Nothing! Nothing, I could ever do death was coming and I knew not the why Strong man lay there in misery and pain cancer eating away his precious life Teenage son about to go completely insane coming fate was just too damn much strife Darkness played deep in that small room of what use speed, strength and skill Against cancer and its mad racing doom reality was, it is soon going to kill Now those past memories savagely haunts with mornings of morbidly saddened blues After nights of dark spirits giving taunts pray no others walk in these tired, sad shoes! Robert J. Lindley Note: I was 15 and spent 72/96 hour shifts in hospital with my dad as he was dying with cancer. My brother Ricky and I stayed there during the weekdays and mom came for weekends. Those 4 months felt like 40 years! I could do nothing to stop what was coming.I vowed then to make somebody pay for this and it turned out to be me that I punished. Here I am 46 years later and still see this as the greatest test of my soul ever. Also I see how it changed me forever. My dad was sent home to die after his operation. He lasted 6 times longer than they said he would. Tough as nails was he. I wrote that poem at age 35, 20 years after his passing. I think of my dad every day, every day...... Sixty-one and still miss him...
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