I’m packing. I’m leaving.
On a jet plane, once more.
Returning to a city in which I never imagined myself in.
Fate flew me there one day, long ago.
And that same fate thrust a man into my life.
For thirty-two years.
A man who accepted me, sight unseen.
Whose big heart hid behind bluster.
Who subsequently became a part of me.
And so I return, to the city of the angels.
Where there is an angel sitting on his shoulder.
He’s lost this fight.
Or maybe he’s won his fight.
Who’s to know?
I go to see him; to help him.
To ease his last days.
As well as I might.
As well as I can.
I can’t help wondering.
How do you say good-bye?
(My father-in-law is losing his brave battle against Multiple Myeloma)