|A Father’s Goodbye|
|By Jerry Dreesen|
|“Come, it’s over,” she said.
“We must leave now.”
Slowly, tenderly, she touched my shoulder.
“There is nothing left to do.”
No. There is nothing left to do.
I cannot hope or wish…or cry any longer.
He is gone.
The eulogy has been given.
Friends expressed their grief.
Some embarrassed at their awkwardness,
others unable to speak of such a loss,
I cannot leave my son – not yet.
I have watched him suffer,
now let me watch him rest.
“Please, Jerry, please,” Sandy, tear-strained
and weary from the burden of
loving and caring for this child –
yet so strong, knows it is time to say
Not yet, not yet.
Even in grief I feel relieved –
and he must forgive me.
Forgive me – please forgive my
I could never stop the sun from setting,
nor could I stop the nights from
I could not change the chemistry that
bore your early death.
No, my son, no…I could not stop you
Somehow, I know your short life,
has transformed itself into living
strength for me and your mother.
Your pain becomes our compassion;
your suffering, our tolerance.
Your smile and laughter gives birth to
It is time to say goodbye.
Life goes on and we are better
for having loved him.