My Personal Biography By: Life.
Connections with my dad were bonded by radio waves and football games
And listening to stories from his Army history that’d put GI Joe to shame
High-school games on a chilly Friday night, watch the Tennessee Vols the next day
Stay up late to discuss the game; then up early the next morning to watch NFL games!
I remember waking up in the killjoy known to most people as a dreary Monday morning
To hear my dad on the radio hosting his radio show along with music & weather warnings
Nothing was awkward, this seemed like the perfect life to my family and me
But little did I know that a branch was about to be damaged on my family tree.
I was just the age of 12 when the muggy summer of 04’ rolled around
Baseball pennants, teenage couples, and vacations were the talk of the town
I was absorbed with baseball, dreams of playing in the major league in my head
Failing to realize the earlier times that my father was retreating to bed
Watching July roll around, having to pull over on the road due to his health
And being emotionally drained from the lack of economic wealth
I’ll remember that day...
I was casually sitting on the couch, watching a re-run of a Braves game
When he walked through the door, body sweaty, clammy, and lame
He told me that he was headed to the hospital, no need to be worried
That his recovery would be successful and most definitely hurried
When the next Sunday came by, he was sent to a hospital far from me
And I found the situation as awkward as the devil would find funny
Soon word spread around town, it was announced that a fundraiser would go down
And the fact that people in this world really do have hearts was soon found
Selling food, listening to music, wishing that this even would never end
But when I departed home it seemed as a whole new chapter would begin
Seeing my dad’s car in the driveway when I pulled in, I was looking for a answer
Which bluntly came in the form of him announcing that he had liver cancer
My story seemed to go..
Another day, another hospital; unsure of the future, living one stressful breath at a time
Trying to cling to all the warm hearts and helpful hands that my then-feeble mind could find
Time flew by in a jet made of the tattered remnants of hope going a mile a second
Hell, having him there for one final Christmas was my most treasured present
His final days were spent in the abyss of a hospital room just staying with my mother
And his final second was spent about 20 minutes before the call from my brother
The first thing that overcame me was the most terrible emotional balm
As I entered the lobby to wrap my arms around and comfort my mom
For I knew I’d have to mature quickly, although it was too soon for me to grow to a man
And on January 14th, 2005...I set sail, clinging to my memories, just trying to find stable land
RIP GWP.
1948-2005
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