He spent his last year, tired and tried.
I often looked at him, seeing wisdom
Evaporate from his droopy eyes.
These were not the hands that held me in the pool.
He spent his last year slowly dying
In front of our invisible eyes.
He sat in his chair, covered and sleeping;
I thought he wasn’t long for this world.
I didn’t mean next week.
We sat around his hospital room singing happy birthday,
(This wasn’t supposed to be her present.)
Gathered in our familial way,
Full of bodies but not all souls.
He was sleeping again, as he had all week?
The word “surreal” wandered into my vocabulary.
I said a prayer of comfort and kissed his cheek.
I think I was exhausted.
All I wanted was peace.
Congratulations tonight - I've been thinking of you, and your grandad, all week watching the games and cheering for the Giants. So many of the interviews have mentioned "the giants who came before..." that there must be something special about the team and fans that hold those people a little closer. Love. -h
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