~Closing Time. 29 April 2022~
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Laying in my bed that day
My heart so heavy I felt …
I could breathe the air
But wondered how
I opened my eyes
And closed them freely
I lifted my arms
I yawned and cried
I was free to have pain
I could walk away if I want
But I was cemented
In my bed
I could not leave
I could not sway
The bubble in my throat
That held lead in my chest
The counting
The time goes on
My phone dings
More updates the same
I could be mad at death
But I’m just waiting
I don’t have time
Faith says to believe
Can’t possibly take a light so bright
Surely they are mistaken
I am resting comfortably
It’s the middle of the day
The curtains are closed
I have hope
But I know I need a soft landing
For hope is rarely kind
I know my voice is there
We sent our voices through the phone
His girl is playing them
On repeat
As he almost doesn’t take a breath
Delirium can be kind
Our voices shall bring him our faces
She tells me he smiles
Our voice brings him comfort
I wish I was there
Perhaps my holding his hand
Could give him more breaths
I could fill him with hope
Breath life into those scarred lungs
His body betrayed him
He fought for so long
He fought. For so long.
He fought. I fight.
For generations will be fighting now
He knows he is needed
His head filled with his loves
His broken heart never caved
Death took pieces of him
But never gained his soul
He never took things laying down
He took the whole world to war
I’m not so brave
I’m here in comfort
I know I’ll fall
So far below in tears
My dad, my Hero
Is dieing today
His breaths grow shallow
He smiles
He stops.
My phone now rings.
My hope is dead.
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I’m reminded today, of the immense feelings I had on this day. The day my father died. It took 3 days for his body to finally take him home. They told me it would be hours after they gave him the medicines, but his fighting spirit had him climbing the walls and telling death to fuck off for 3 whole days.
We sent voice messages of his kids and grandkids and his girlfriend played them for him as he finally layed down to rest just for a moment. She saw him smile in his delirium at the voices. She reached to her phone to message me about the smile and then suddenly she rang me and devastatingly cried into the phone that he tricked her and she missed it. She said that he smiled and she turned her head, and he left while she was not looking. One turn of her head and he shattered her heart. He stopped breathing in that moment of smiling delirium imaging all his grandkids around him telling him they love him and my voice saying
“It’s ok Dad, I promise I’ll be alright. We love you and it’s ok.”
But I was at home, with my heart in my bed, unable to fly there and be with him due to covid rules, so I was wrapped up in my dark comforting room so I wouldn’t fall somewhere hard when my world came down around me.
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