So life happens…and death. We don’t get to plan what fate has in store for us. My daughters’ father is dying. The when, we don’t know except that it is imminent. He’s on a ventilator and his organs are shutting down. So my girls have headed to the hospital to be together with him. And I keep vigil for them in my heart, sending my love and prayers and encouragement via text and phone calls. Mustering up my glimmering best since it is not my place to be there in person, but they know that I am with them in spirit.

Their dad and I parted ways over thirty years ago when I ended our tumultuous marriage fraught with abuse and his infidelity. The years mellowed us both as our girls grew up, got married and started families of their own. We actually managed to be civil at their weddings, births, and other milestone events. And I had thought that I had made peace with any and all goodbyes that needed to be said to him.

It’s strange a thing when death draws near. The atmosphere seems to shift. I suppose I needed one more goodbye…and so I did what I do. I wrote about it. RIP PBC.

so strange, the thinning veil

i would have planned 
a great goodbye
if I had known
your time was nigh
we’d share a beer
remembering
the twists and turns
that life can bring
but death descends
collects his due
in just a blink
the best of you
we’re left behind
no guide or clue
to let us know
what we should do
they tell me you
can hear me still
goodbye old friend 
until…until…

~kat