Today is my father's birthday. It's also my parents' wedding anniversary. Four weeks short of June 1, 2001, my father died from a recurrence of pancreatic cancer. I miss him, and I wish cancer had never touched him, but the first surgery gave him almost six more years of life. He died peacefully at home with his sister, my mother, my brother, and I present. Of all possible endings, that has to be one of the best.
I've written several poems about my father, who was often sarcastic in words but always earnest in action. My Lineup cohort Richie Narvaez entered my latest poem in last week's Asinine Poetry 48-hour challenge. It didn't win, but it was printed. Scroll down a ways here.