This poem is about my father who passed away from pancreatic cancer in 2015. He died within 6 weeks of his diagnosis. After announcing his condition through email, he refused to see anyone for two whole weeks. He was a very independent and proud man who wanted to take care of business before letting people in. This poem captures the last moments I had with him and how I’ve tried to negotiate my relationship with him over the years, especially towards the end of his life, and even in the here and now.
How to overcome your fears and live deeply.
Ever felt like a relationship you had was like a stone in your shoe? What does it mean? How do you make sense of it. What’s really going on? Is it your fault?