For many years, you were our family's breadwinner.
Your money paid for our breakfasts, lunches and dinners.
Because of my mental impairment, you continued to support me after I turned eighteen.
You could've worked two twenty-year-olds into the ground, you were the hardest worker I've ever seen.
After twenty months of chemotherapy, you lost your fight.
Your battle with Leukemia ended six years ago tonight.
For the last two days of your life, you couldn't even reply to what people said.
When I received a call from my sister-in-law, she informed me that you were dead.
Your existence on Earth ended around 10:20 PM.
One day I'll go to Heaven and I will see you again.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]