August is cooler than normal. The hot sun has been reprimanded, and it is place is a mild , restrained chill. Time has slowed, the waves crash the shoreline in muffled crests, no more rising crescendos.
Movement halts as I sit at my father's side whispering goodbye with my watery tears, acquiescing to the one sure thing that is final. Click,The steady pump of oxygen is turned off, the pacing stops. We sit. The instructions, schedules, the notes, the scattered lab sheets are useless bits now, and collect like dried leaves ready to be raked away.
The poignant words are uttered and we hope he has heard them. We pray he has heard them. Good bye sweet father. We carry you with us in our hearts. In the still void, he slips quietly into the gentle night leaving only soft silence. I know as I stand to leave, knees trembling, that it will be soon. My father's golden heart will turn the silence into song and the song , somewhere, somehow, will unfold into life anew.
To my Father- In Memoriam