My father died this week. To the end he was his own man as he chose hospice care over hospital care. To the end he was teaching his survivors how to live. By doing so he proved there is no end, only a pause. All that he was had evolved from what came before and what we all are evolved out of that as well. So it is in every family, as Mother Ann of the Shakers said, “Every force evolves a form.”
I wrote this poem about twenty years ago to honor my father:
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Terry, I an very sorry to hear of your loss. I appreciated the poem. Looks like he was a collecter of life’s stuff, just like me.
I hope you and your family will have comfort in good memories.
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Yes. A pause.
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Kind, gentle thoughts your way, and what a way to capture your father but through poetry.
Kevin
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Check your email when you get some time. Sent you something.
Kevin
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https://soundcloud.com/dogtrax/things-i-couldnt-keep-for
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Terry,
I hear your sorrow and pride for your dad. He does live through you.
Please accept my prayers and thoughts to you and family.
Stay strong, Keep the legacy alive.
Purviben
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Thank you.