Unable To Bid Papa Goodbye

Nonagenarian father afflicted, his body electric awry with congenital heart failure, before long twill bid existence bye whose physical well being - corporeal essence inevitably will die unavoidable manifest destiny... accompanied into afterlife courtesy death envision caricature immortal grim reaper moost ofttimes (normally leering) brandishing trademark scythe, impossible mission to skirt dark shadow creeping closer along edge of night, not shy, eclipsing former robust native son Brooklyn once upon time aforementioned sturdy strong guy metamorphosed gallantly, gangly, and gawky youth courtesy blood, sweat and tears conditioned into muscular trim physique with equal fervor did apply figurative nose to grindstone, and well nigh academically succeeded (think flying colors) attending City College (back then free - no lie) deservedly acquiring mechanical engineering degree furthering advanced studies at Columbia University General Electric career employee opting early retirement at age sixty subsequently clocking thirty plus orbits around sun, a widower past fifteen plus years, he steadfastly remained married approximately half century, and twas... understandably grievously, honestly, and inconsolably sad when terminal illness stole key once dirt poor wife i.e. bride (never bartered) who bore him three offspring - me including an older and younger sister acutely aware I (nsync with siblings) may learn (ex post facto), our father though art(fully) adept with smarts already told tragically could succumb (think demise - see above) regarding pandemic indiscriminately claiming thee storied Zayda as linkedin with progeny thyself begat (deux) from yours truly, and biological kith brought forth their precious kin, whose limp body born aloft without survivors without filial piety bequeathed as Boyce Brandon Harris' soul into realm of dead souls eternity.