July 1993

It was a warm summers day as most days are in California. The conifer tree in front raining it’s needles and cones. The rose bush displaying new blossoms filled with red, white and pink petals producing perfumes of heaven.

The walnut tree lives in back, a gigantic one at that, starting to shows signs of maturity a few more months and they will be ready. The peach trees that are in back as well showing signs of seasons end.

People coming and going some with smiles while others more serious.

A lady took Mom to the back of the house to talk, while my brother Steve and I stepped out in front near the Conifer tree. The air was still as we talked to each other. It was peaceful on this warm day in July.

Out of nowhere, a strong wind came up. I did not feel it on my entire body, only as though it were passing through my head and shoulder region and then it was gone just as fast as it came in. The leaves on the Conifer tree stopped swaying as well. That was weird.

My brother Steve and I looked at each other not saying a word.

We knew what happened. We rush back in our house, and Mom in tears. The people that were coming and going are on their phones chartering, yet, I don’t know what they were saying as though their voices were drowned out; like a fuzzy photo-distorted if you will.

Mirror Image

I stand here in a dark hallway with only a silhouette casting shades of gray

yet, you believe it is he that stands there.

I sit here contemplating life’s goals, hands and facial expressions that further your suspicions.

At times, a nightmare producing cries of torture throughout the house only strengthens your convictions, as I ponder your suspicions.

The voice from beyond haunts my mind as a gentle tap taps my soul.

Are you here? I yell out.

Receiving no confirmation, hesitations of the still air waiting with anticipation to only hear silence and compliance of a reality come true.

Have I become you from the dark?

I walk to the black box upon the television, read the name that is mine.

I stand here and you encased in a box surrounded with flowers of love.

The final days and last photos with my Dad.

The photos are true in every form showing what Cancer will do to a person. I did not take these last few days well as you can imagine, he was my hero and mentor. You have been warned, photos are below.

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