It's won't be long now, hands can't stop holding...

....it's a line from a song my friend Ramaya wrote and performed with his band A. Ballad Nightly. The "It won't be long now..." part is very true. It won't be long now. From the tone of my sister's very quiet, very subdued voice I knew that. Her telling me that they were taking him off of life support, basically, that they were stopping the feeding tube, the respirator, the fluids, seemed impossible, too far away. But it won't be long now. The doctors aren't giving a time frame but they are giving him morphine to keep him comfortable. A few hours. A few days. Not much longer.

The second part is also true, though, "...hands can't stop holding..." This song in particular has nothing to do with my circumstances, certainly, or my father, or my family, but it is befitting. We are a strong, close, ferociously loving family. Our grasp won't break, our hands won't stop holding, even in the absence of our father, grandfather, brother, friend, mentor, lover, companion, "Daddy", "Poppa", "Dad", "Bill". Our hands can't stop holding...

I love you, Daddy.