“You need to go see him” the voice said.
It is a voice I have heard many times and have come to love and trust.
I listened and agreed, as I had done many times before.
I made arrangements to go and see him Saturday around lunch time and got back to work.
As the day wore on the voice continued. “You need to go see him”.
But there was something different about it.
The voice seemed more insistent and invasive. I knew I had no choice, I left home and went to see him.
I buzzed the door bell expecting to be ignored or sent away, but I was escorted in to see him. He was busy laying down, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him. It was obvious he was in the middle of a life or death situation. In another fight he did not want to lose. He had so much riding on this battle.
I sat for a short time and watched as the battle raged, but I could not sit quietly. I reached out and touched him, then took him by the hand and started talking about things we had done together. He gently tightened his grip on my hand, my spirit soared. I told him I loved him. So many times I have wondered why? So many times I have tried to deny it. But not now, not again.
He will always have my love now.
Overcome with emotion I struggled with my words, but I knew I had to keep going. I would wipe away my tears with my sleeve hoping no one would see me cry. My memory found adventures he and I had shared and they tumbled from my lips.
I watched him gasping for breath, pausing a little longer between each one.
I just kept talking and holding his hand.
“You need to see this”, said the voice and I had an urge to stand up.
He did not let go of my hand, I did not try to take mine away.
He had one last thing he wanted to share with me and while I held his hand watching him, he died.
I love you dad.
Ray Harring
27 October 1930 -28th March 2008; 10:15pm
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