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One Last Time

I had known and interacted with him for at least twenty years.                                                                                            It would be great if I could remember the first time I met him,                                                                                but I shall never forget the LAST time I looked into his eyes.                                                                                         
He was a staff pastor at our church with multiple assignments.                                                                                           Never have I met anyone more dedicated to his ministry.

We were happy when he consented to take some extra time off.                                                                                               At first, it was announced that he would be on a 30-day sabbatical,                                                                                  but I'm not sure if anyone knew that his sabbatical would be interrupted.                                                                During that period, he had a medical appointment that proved very negative.                                         Following that appointment, another announcement was made of his condition.                                                      He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that was of the none-treatable variety. He was given a short time to live and we all took it very hard. 

It was decided that our church would have a celebration of his life before his demise. There were many people at the amazing service, but I was able to make eye contact with him and his family.  I thought that was the closest I would come to saying goodbye to our beloved pastor. However, as I was driving out of the parking lot, I spotted him in his daughter's car engaged        with others.  I knew that this moment with him alive might be my LAST.  So I stopped, and exiting my vehicle, I proceeded quickly and stooped my head through the window while he was speaking with someone else. I kissed him on the forehead and slowly walked away, sadly. That was the LAST time I touched him, the LAST time I saw him alive, but that affectionate moment will last a lifetime.

11272018PoSoupContest, The Last, Silent One; 2P

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Date: 12/8/2018 11:50:00 PM
I enjoyed the depth of emotion in the sad beauty of your poem, Curtis. Congratulations on your wonderful win.. ~Susan
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Date: 12/2/2018 6:58:00 AM
How wonderful it is to know that we follow our heart's prodding and do the thing we will regret if we don't do it. I spent 4 days with my nephew who too died of pancreatic cancer. I was unable to attend his funeral, but the last 4 days of his life which I spent with him are better memories than seeing him in a casket. I do wish more people would be willing to share these kinds of memories on Soup to encourage others to follow their heart and accept Christ as Lord and Savior. Thanks Curtis!
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Date: 12/1/2018 11:19:00 PM
Enjoyed reading this deep moving poem, Curtis, congratulations on your win.
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Date: 12/1/2018 11:23:00 AM
- Many beautiful and deeply moving poems for this contest ... congratulations on your win, Curtis :) - hugs & happy weekend // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 11/28/2018 9:50:00 AM
So moving,Curtis. The fragility of life ought to make us sensitive enough to pause and communicate our appreciation for others whilst we can but so often we neglect to do so. Thank you for sharing this well written account of your poignant experience.
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