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THE FINAL SONG
By Frank S. Meyskens, Jr., MD
Once again we rushed to be with you
a long scary ride in the pouring rain,
arriving at midnight ten hours later
exhilarated and exhausted.
You had been failing badly for several days
now gasping, eyes shut, becoming aware
of our presence when my brother began
to sing You are my sunshine.
Your eyes opened and in a strong voice
you began to sing, song after song,
and for an hour we sang with you,
you correcting us when we didn't get it right.
And then you returned to wherever
you had been and for the next three days
you said your goodbyes, one by one,
as your friends and grandchildren called.
It has been nearly six weeks now since you sang yourself
into the cosmos, never will I forget that divine moment,
my chest then heaving, my heart now aching,
my eyes glistening at the finality of that moment.