At the Airport, June 8, 5:45 am

 

Weather’s storming

         (all over the US)

Tornadoes dropping

         (here and there in Kansas)

Flights cancelling

        (leaving the stranded)

 

Dad is dying

        (liver cancer, 6 to 12 months)

Husband’s crying

       (misses me for the week while I visit Dad)

Life’s so trying!

(it all happens at once, doesn’t it?)

 

TR

Recycled or Trash

 

on April Fool’s Day my sister called with a really bad joke

said Dad has liver cancer

my sister cried, though, so it’s no joke

six to twelve months predicted regardless of what they do

while leaving the hospital

Dad saw two bins standing together

one for recyclable trash and one for trash trash

he said, “Next week I’ll know if I end up in the recycled or the trash”

and he laughed

my sister choked, but forced herself to laugh with him

with a Dad who thrives on being kind to our Mom and to everyone else

well, I guess God gave time to get his house in order

to accomplish a want to do list

and I have time to relish every remaining second and to say goodbye

but it’s excruciating losing a beloved, faithful, kind friend

besides Mom and my sister, the only “long-term” friend I’ve ever had