sayin’ goodbye…

this dark room…lit by a cellphone casting off the color blue on the ceiling…he lay there in bed unable to sleep…can’t stop thinkin’…his mind’s racin’…images of the old man in the hospital bed ‘fore he died…his children lined-up to wish him well…sayin’ things like…,you’re goin’ to a better place…we’ll be o.k. …mom’s waitin’ on ya…,words whispered while a heart monitor beeps and the Sun shines through a thick hospital window…

the scene keeps him awake…doesn’t feel one way or ‘nother ’bout his pop’s death…just keeps thinkin’ ’bout that Christmas afternoon in a room knowin’ that this would be the last time he’d see the old man alive…wishin’ he’d be able to hear his voice one more time…but he was gone…the soul had already checked-out…

so he picks up a tablet and a pen to write a poem…a final letter to the old man…reaches over to turn-on a lamp…but it won’t come-on…he’s stuck there in the dark thinkin’ ’bout his dad and he can’t see the page in front of him…just the small blue hue cast above…

he places the note pad and pen back on the nightstand and rolls over…closes his eyes…starts countin’ backwards till he falls asleep…the thoughts are gone…the old man is gone…no dreams…only sleep…

awakened by thunder the next morn…a storm rollin’ into town…his mind goes back to the old man…he picks up the paper and pen and begins to write…painting a scene of his family ’round the father for one last time…all of ’em sayin’ we’ll see you in Heaven dad…all but him…he’s just sayin’ goodbye…

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