D-Squared

My dad has outlived his terminal prognosis by 3 ½ years. He has spent a fair amount of time with one foot on this side of the veil and one on the other, and has made some pretty interesting observations. My sister (his caretaker) kept me abreast of all the wonderful things he was saying and seeing. These are basically his words, I just rearranged them in a more or less poetic way. For Dad………

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Three great bears come to me
Building shelter from the storm
White as snow and tall as trees
They have come to keep me warm

Then four white horses with manes ablaze
Carry my body along
To seven lovely women
Who’ll take my hands
And lead me
And lead me
Home

Standing on the road at night
I am not afraid
Four watchers beside me
With maps to show the way
And at the end of the road there lay
A track I must step o’er
With stars to reckon along the way
I’ll find my way
Find my way
Home

And I will be kissed upon the forehead
And I’ll have all I could ever possibly need
And I will lay down this tired, old body
And I follow
Yes, I will follow
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