While the best compliment you got were just my secondhand words, I got one far better, and much more profound…
And the waves crash around me, and the wind tears at my skin, and I keep moving forward. I am not giving in.
And now I’m crawling on my belly, inching up the beach through the sand, while machine-gun fire words shoot my heart out into my hands. I’ve been hit several times now, but I’m still moving in. I’m armed, and I’m strong, and there’s a trench up ahead. My dad is within it and I’ll make it to him!
The battle he fights now is not one he can win, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fight it with him. I’ll fight by his side, and I’ll hold him real close, until he can’t feel my arms; until he finally goes.
Everyone around him just fell apart. It’s up to me now, with my shattered heart. So this Military granddaughter, and daughter, and niece has donned battle attire until her dad is at peace.
Go back to your lusts, and your laughs, and new toys. These words have no meaning in the face of your joy.
Why would they? I know that. I understand why.
But my father is dying and I don’t have time to cry.