I’m glad I held on Held your hand One last time One last breathe Gone Cold I was told You left us I’m glad I held on Held your hand One last time As you ascended Memories Imagining You regaining your strength In your limbs In your mind You shined Smiled I’m glad you held on The way you did Until I released You back to Him I’m glad I held on to you My body tells me it’s time Even though my mind Hates the memory of losing A best friend A laughter out loud A smile with a few good teeth A working man with working hands I’m glad I held on Held your hand One last time No #FuckCancer gofundme page will ever replace you No brown eyes with a gray tint to look at Drown in Get lost in No sound of rough feet rubbing together Sounded like matches No more car watching on the porch as people passed That’s your baby girl? That’s your grandpa? Nope that’s my daddy giggles No more haircuts on the porchNo new memories I’m just so glad Glad I held on Held your hand
Happy Birthday
February 24 is my father’s birthday. He died when I was 14 years old due to colon cancer that metastasized and shut down his kidneys. He was my best friend. Similar to his eulogy I wrote about his hands.