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8/6/2009 10:45:00 AM
the day my father died
I went to work as usual,
a regular day at the office

until I got the call from my uncle.

the day my father died
he went to work as usual,
got the groceries in the morning

then headed to the shop to work on an alternator

the day my father died,
my cousin Todd found him in the shop
on the floor with no pulse. his heart stopped

they called the paramedics

the day my father died
my brother Greg did CPR
over and over until the paramedics arrived

he said it seemed like forever

the day my father died
i called my 2 first cousins
that played with me

when we were children

the day my father died
i called my sister
at work, she felt the same shock

as I did when I got the call.

the day my father died
i drove to french river
i passed kids jumping off the bridge

into the water at Stanley Bridge

the day my father died
I wept as i thought about how i will miss him
I wept as i thought about how much i love him
I wept as i thought about how much my family will miss him

I wept as I thought about my mother

the day my father died
my siblings all converged
to our family home

a sad reunion to get us all together

the day my father died
it was a hot summer day
one of the first real hot ones this year

a rainy day may have seemed more appropriate

the day my father died
I went into his shop to look around
I discovered some of his books

and Hilroy scribblers filled with math on every page

the day my father died
I truly realized for the first time it happens to everyone
their parents, children, grandparents

we all die. it does end

the day my father died
I thought about his life. he was
an inventor, an artist, a mathematician, a problem solver, a teacher, a fisherman, a mechanic

his little shop was so organized, shelves lined with stock

the day my father died
I saw the connection to my life
My habits, persona and organization skills

all derived from him

the day my father died
I watched my siblings weep
and weep for the father who was so important to us all

for the father who did everything. there was nothing he couldn't do

the day my father died
my mother was in shock
she didn't cry in front of me. she waited until the next morning

to see if it was all a dream

the day my father died
i'll never forget that day
that day my father passed away

rest in peace daddy. I love you

(April 21, 1929 - July 29, 2009)
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