Death is creeping about tonight even if not in person, his demons are on the prowl. I’m not ready to cope or accept. My father his time is nigh, I am not ready. That story can’t be written. Sisters calling can’t pick up the phone I will walk to the desk to answer just not now. He knows who it is, his love for me is now. I didn’t know him before I have to say goodbye to a stranger. In the presence of strained and short conversations. It is come to this, long uncomfortable silence. Family seeing me as strange and alone not knowing me or what I dealt with. Knowing my mother as a hero my eyes to heaven through her love. Her protection prayers to My Holy Father. Her anguish,Love for me wondering what I will do. Can he handle it. Yes is the answer. She raised a warrior in her own model and shape. These thoughts I see I don’t hear. I am a son of a man and woman of strength, courage. I will do what I know I must.