Going through a list of notes on my phone this morning, I came across this poem I wrote for my dad in the early morning hours of 18 May 2017. I don’t remember writing this, all I remember is the emotion behind what I wrote and the knowledge of a reality that many could not even begin to comprehend. Two days after his cancer diagnoses, ten days before he died.
A sight as clear as the dew on a rose,
Me, dancing with you – my small feet firmly on your toes.
A memory as bright as the sweet morning light,
You, folding your hands in prayer – day and night.
A sound as peaceful as the ocean breeze,
You helping me learn to multiply and divide by three’s.
A touch of old-school love, discipline and care,
Dad, gratitude for each day we have left to share with you . . .
My father was diagnosed, unexpectedly, with stage 4 pancreatic cancer on 16th May 2017. He died 12 days later, there was no battle, only dignified acceptance.