a flame extinguished but not forgotten

it's been a year today that my father died. at about 9:07 p.m., nov. 7, texas time.

as i look at the clock on the computer, i see the time, 11:37 p .m. (10:37 central time) i recall what was going on at this time last year and my heart is gripped with pain. we were saying final goodbyes to our father as he say pieaceful on the bed.
relatives had been called, phones call after phone call. people arrived. paperwork to be signed.

i can still see his body there on the bed. his 2 1/2 year battle with cancer over. lost. his body so frail and weak.

normally i like to remember my dad in life. it's something i've taken to . but today i take a reprieve from that thought. i'm allowed to, after all.

i still can't believe he's dead. a year later and it's hard to take in.