Happy birthday Mike
Senselessly at twenty six
Thirty-eight calibers
tattooed your future.
You and doctors labored
hours at eternity’s door
surviving for twenty years
with missing and impaired
body parts. Without legs,
half a man physically,
twice a man spiritually.
After years of operations,
Not enough pain relievers
Body depleted
ER death, forty-six.
Finally freed.
Jim, Mike's dad
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
man, how sad. or is it...
ReplyDeleteHow sad, and trite as it may sound, there is a lot of pain in this post, and in the writer. And...I DO feel it!
ReplyDeletePraying for you...NOW!
Oh, I fell like such a clod, telling you now that for my "55" GO HERE
ReplyDeleteActually my wife had a dream a week after his funeral. Mike was intact with legs, arms waving running in the surf yelling "look mom I'm free" and yes it was sad but joy that he was at last free.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visits and comments.
Jim
Wow, what a challenging life.
ReplyDeleteSad but then again, freeing, as your wife's dream demonstrates. My wife had a visit in a dream from my mother a week after she passed in March - She was dancing - this from a woman who could barely walk at the end. My 55 is HERE .
ReplyDeleteWOW... so much suffering what for...
ReplyDeleteGreat 55 though!
Jimbo...
ReplyDeleteUnthinkable pain.
Words seem trite here...
Thank you so much for sharing this.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End..
Your Friend Galen...
cheer up,
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday...
Count your blessings!