It was Sunday midnight in May when I first got the call,
The horrible, yet expected, message,
Which confirmed it all.
I dropped the phone.
I started to cry,
But I knew in my heart that it was time.
As we watched the progression
Of the unbearable disconnection
To the world he knew so well,
None of us knew what to do.
He was under a failing spell.
My father beheld glistening eyes,
A sight I had never seen.
As I looked around,
I heard the sounds,
of everyone tearing near me.
As I sat there, memories started to fill my head;
The stories which you told, and the Passover dinners you lead.
And they made me forget the sight of you on that bed.
You are missed to an incredible amount,
And as you are looking from above,
Just remember, that we all remember,
And you are very loved.