I took a week off many of the writing prompts I enjoy to deal with some of the crap going on in my real life. Writing was for distraction but had become too distracting.
I posted a lot this week because I needed a break from the crap going on in my life.
My west coast brother-in-law is dying. Doctors give him a week or two. He is home receiving hospice care, surrounded by extended family and friends.
A donated kidney gave him an extra 15 years of life. The stem cell transplant (I mentioned) helped kick his cancer’s butt. After some set-backs, he seemed to be improving. However, other ailments began to take his life away.
He will die before the pain is bad. He will die with dignity.
I wrote a poem about him I’d like to share:
. . . gone in a flash of earth’s orbit . . .
In socks and Birkenstocks always
quiet voice with a quick, generous wit
mean golf swing, handy with a pool cue, good at hoops
your life was balance
time spent alone in the wilderness
time spent with wife, family and friends
when you pass on to perpetual forests, endless grassland prairies, never-ending wilderness hiking trails
desert and mountain will remember you
a celebration of your life in those closest to you
remembered always in Birkenstocks and socks
remembered always with a smile