For Zeke, who sits in a doctor's office,
and wonders, "How much of this can I handle?"
For Peter, who feels misery and pain,
and prepares for heaven
For Karla, who sits beside Matt,
and looks ahead to a life without him.
For Matt, who studied and reached a life's goal,
and now is facing death.
For Mom, who asks, "Where is he?" "Who?" "Lou"
and has to remember he's not here.
For me, for Jan, for Joel, for Kathy, who love Dad
and cannot be with him anymore.
For all of us.
For your tender mercy.