quietly waiting
on each breath life ascends
return to starlight

One year ago tonight, I sat in a hospital room with my Dad as he fought the inevitable.
It was a long night. I was helpless in it's immensity.
The following morning I stood up and turned from the bed to talk to my brother on the phone.
As soon as I did...my father died.
I suppose life, and death, can be funny that way.
But his love carried me home.