Goodbye

再見

Our goodbye is one that we both cling to,

and extra second in this lifetime.

One soft and supple hand,

the other worn and leathery.

….

A single grasp of the hands,

filled with the unspoken words.

Un-shed tears.

One last touch, until we meet again.

….

Our first stroll down the block,

my hand in his,

just making up a fraction of his palm.

I made the first mistake of bringing agong to an American cafe.

….

“Blerg” he hates his chicken noodle soup.

And apart of me hates him, too.

The baby hate of a five year old.

Oh how we both yearn for the times,

when a different restaurant solved our issues.

….

Not a different lifetime.

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My grandpa was diagnosed with stage IV prostate cancer just a few years ago. For anyone that understands, there is no going backwards with stage IV cancer, it’s only a slow journey towards death. Prostate cancer though, when caught early, has a great success rate for treatment. We missed the window as it was at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. If you have the opportunity for a screening, always take it.