p.s.

Terror and the beauty insoluble.
As in the way the freshly cut apple smell
spells the air just as your father sends
the text that tells of his good friend
who killed himself this morning after
years of the awful cancer.
You take of the apple and taste God’s fancy
just as your father’s postscript arrives:
I can understand it.
 
 

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2 Comments

  1. D on October 24, 2014 at 4:57 pm

    I, too, can understand! My husband of 32 years died in Jan. from Stage 4 colon cancer. He suffered through 5 months of horrible chemo and two surgeries. He never left the hospital after the second surgery and per his request, was released from the artificial devices and allowed to enter his eternal home-free,again, to run, laugh, breath, and ride his bike! My beloved was 54 years young. After watching her dad suffer, one of my 6 children wrote in a journal: I don’t see what’s so wrong with euthanasia.

  2. pastordt on October 26, 2014 at 6:01 am

    Such a hard road. Sorry for your dad’s loss and for all the pain that too often accompanies a protracted dying.

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