A poem my daughter wrote
January 10th of this year my wife of 19 years lost her battle with cancer. My family is doing well and looking towards our future because that's what Cindy wanted and that's just how we're made. Anyhow I wanted to share this poem my daughter wrote while sitting with her mother on her last few days. Gasman, you told me how you feel about cancer and I know you've seen this. She captured it perfectly. Hannah read this at the end of the night at Cindy's funeral and there wasn't a dry eye in the house. It was a powerful moment and I was so proud she was able to articulate this in such a beautiful but painful way. So here it is.
"The finality of death lacks the finesse featured in film. It's not tragic; not tender; not tangible.
Death isn't one last breath, a squeeze of your lover's hand, and a whisper of I love you.
Death is months of endless chemo ticking away at your spirited soul.
Death is watching your complexion fade from a beautiful shade of living to the sick hues of the end.
Your lips thinning, so that they don't fit with your soulmate's quite the way they did when you were young.
Your veins protruding, bones prevalent, body porcelain.
There's an art to dying,
But not a beautiful one.
There's an art to fading, to losing yourself, to reaching life's boundaries.
An art only experienced when the time of your departure nears."
My current and previous rides.
1984 Honda Ascot 500 rode for 3 months
2001 Honda Shadow 750 7 years and 60,000 miles
2007 Suzuki M109R 18 months and 17,000 miles
2008 Kawasaki Concours 6 years and 70,000 miles
2008 Yamaha Raider purchased March 10,2015