The day was gray and filled with clouds.
Birds flew against the white sky like silver flecks in a snow globe.
They say flocking birds fly taking souls to heaven.
The birds told me I was not in time.
I glanced at the flocking birds as numbness encapsulated my soul.
Disbelief crept into my thoughts as time was not on my side.
The birds flew higher with your soul as the silent ambulance flashed by.
Just days before our eyes met for the final time.
I knew it would not be long as gray had infiltrated you from the inside.
Gray clutched my heart and squeezed.
I knew you only had a little time.
You lay there warm and I stoked your hair, your face, your hand.
I felt good as your suffering was gone.
I felt good as you were at peace in so many ways.
Gray silence was left in your wake.
Silence and the need for me to be strong.
The gray birds spirited away but you came back in a gossamer veil.
Like Lazarus you were transformed. A new body, a new smile, eternal life.
You, the You, you could not be in life.
The better you, the happy you, that you could only be in death.
I was so happy to see you and know that things are better on the other side.
Cha-click-bang. Cha-click-bang. Such an odd sound to awaken to,
It was you with one last message for me
Cha-click-bang. Cha-click-bang. You demanded I get up out of a deep sleep.
Cha-click-bang. Cha-click-bang! I obeyed and went straight to your room.
As I walked that demanding whisper faded as alertness moved in.
Words you never told me, I heard for the first time whispered softly beneath the words of a song.
“I will always love you.”
I knew it was you talking to me for the last time.
It’s been six years since the gray birds flew.
Six years since that last whisper from you.
It will be a long time till we meet again.
That day will be gray and filled with clouds.
It will be a day when the flocking birds fly; fly my soul right up to heaven.
Until that day Dad…goodbye.