What I wanted to say to you

when you walked in the room unannounced,

not even knocking first,

medical students in tow,

and proceeded as if we were not there …

We were there, a dying father, his wife, and two of his daughters.

We were not objects, we were humans,

and our father was not a body to be talked about but

a fellow human with a story,

a beloved physician with a bedside manner

that endeared him to his patients,

not just a sick old man.

It does not matter who he was or his station in life;

he could have been any man and every man.

Whoever he was, he and his family deserved some respect

and compassion.

That was years ago and now,

my only hope is that

somewhere along the journey

you have learned to respect and care for your patients and their families

the way my father did.

Farewell Robin, complex, gentle soul, no stranger

to depression.

Lonely childhood,

giving voices

to toy soldiers, overcoming shyness to pull

belly-shaking

laughter, tear-streaming

mirth from us all.

What could we have done to pull you through your sadness,

to heal your wounds,

to enclose you in

a circle of love?

The house settles back to its familiar self,

washer chugging, dryer spinning,

stillness pervades,

calmness returns.

Lying in bed remembering sounds of Ipads,

lab’s silky brow,

puppy licks, warmth,

grandsons, grand dogs,

Signed baseballs, shirts from Squirrels’ and Nationals’ games.

Missing chaos,

grateful for peace

at the same time.

.

Greeting the morning together,

a boy and dog

cuddle in a

wicker chair on

an open porch as the sun wakes

the earth from sleep

and people start

their morning chores.

Swathed in unconditional love,

they arm themselves

for whatever

the day will bring.