i remeber being in the hospital room.
i was 7 years old and held your hand for two days straight.
the weaker you got, the harder i squeezed your hand. you'd even squeeze back to comfort me.
i'd fall asleep next to you in that hospital bed every night.
one morning you woke up, and the cancer made you lose your memory.
each night i reminded you of your wedding with my mother, i'd remind you how much of a great father you were. then you'd close your eyes slowly, and fall asleep.
one morning you woke up, and you couldn't talk.
each night i'd put in a movie, so you wouldn't feel bad that you couldn't talk. before the movie finished, you'd close your eyes slowly, and fall asleep.
daddy it got worse. mom stopped letting me see you, because she wanted me to remeber you as a heathy man.
on October 2, i snuck into your room. Tears rolled down the faces of the people around me.
And at the age of 7 i revived my first guardian angel.