On 11/20/02, at three in the morning, as my son Jason lay on his deathbed struggling for his last breaths, nearing the end of a 30 year saga of living with Cystic Fibrosis, the words to this poem came to me with such intensity that I left the room to find pen and paper as the words flowed and the time drew near for him to leave this mortal world. After the few moments it took to jot it down, I returned to his room and read it to him. I know he heard me.
At 8:20 am, Jason took his last breath...
The clouds opened and the sun broke through, telling me he had been met at the Gate.