No pun intended, my father passed away, and I felt I might write a letter to me from him.
Some things I imagine he might have said had I had more time for him in his last moments.
He had pulmonary fibrosis, scarring in the lungs and emphysema and couldn't absorb the oxygen in his lungs. He wanted to live his life over, but it doesn't work that way.
Every time I went to see him, limited to his 50 ft oxygen tube strapped to his ears ad soar nostrils. He couldn't take his sad eyes off of my pack of cigs in my shirt pocket.
At 72 he passed away trying to get from his hospital bed to the bathroom, he went into a comma from lack of oxygen and died with in the hour. I miss him every single day. Its sad, I love him even more now.
I think he might have written:
Do not deny me the pain that I have died with, make it yours and live as I would have, had I another shot at it.
Witness my death and its disease as it has embraced me. Carve my end deep, so it scars your mind as it did my dying lungs.
These last agonies I have endured might change your life, as I might have mine, had I known.
Life is what I want most now, but death is all that I have, my time has passed.
Can you see, can you see me, please just one thing, quit those things before they kill ya.
Some things I imagine he might have said had I had more time for him in his last moments.
He had pulmonary fibrosis, scarring in the lungs and emphysema and couldn't absorb the oxygen in his lungs. He wanted to live his life over, but it doesn't work that way.
Every time I went to see him, limited to his 50 ft oxygen tube strapped to his ears ad soar nostrils. He couldn't take his sad eyes off of my pack of cigs in my shirt pocket.
At 72 he passed away trying to get from his hospital bed to the bathroom, he went into a comma from lack of oxygen and died with in the hour. I miss him every single day. Its sad, I love him even more now.
I think he might have written:
Do not deny me the pain that I have died with, make it yours and live as I would have, had I another shot at it.
Witness my death and its disease as it has embraced me. Carve my end deep, so it scars your mind as it did my dying lungs.
These last agonies I have endured might change your life, as I might have mine, had I known.
Life is what I want most now, but death is all that I have, my time has passed.
Can you see, can you see me, please just one thing, quit those things before they kill ya.
