Posted on Sep 6, 2016 in Blog |
Appropriate, Clear, Normal, Unremarkable, Usual
Appear too many times,
Used in circumstances I consider unimaginable and unacceptable.
Too many measurements and percentages
Absent of emotion.
So does the morning dew,
But I cannot associate the two
Listed Causes of Death
Sepsis and Luminal Thrombus
Relieve my guilt, certifying we did all we could
But do not soften the searing intensity of my grief
It confirms what we thought
It denies what we feared
It details the physical condition a man left this dimension in to proceed to another.
It is void of spirit and emotion.
An autopsy provides data for information and analysis.
My friend who advised me against reading the document,
Reading it himself and
Translating only the necessary information,
Is as good a friend as he is a physician.
He knows I need spirit and emotion to describe my father.
He knows there is more to any person’s life (and death) than data.
An autopsy does not measure Dad’s:
– service to others
– impeccable standards
– love for and dedication to his wife, his daughters, his sons-in-law, and most assuredly his grandchildren
– southern drawl
– panache for telling a good joke
– extensive reading interests
– political savvy
– stellar ethics
– adaptive social skills
– admonishment of mediocrity
– firm, welcoming handshake and the smile and eye contact that followed
– deeply rooted spiritual foundation
– genuine gentlemanly manner
– lavish mentoring
The autopsy also doesn’t give me directions to or the combination to Dad’s version of Fibber McGee’s closet.
The autopsy does not gauge how:
– deeply loved
– thoroughly popular
– intensely indispensable
– widely respected
– infinitely admired
– sorely missed
– highly decorated
– straightforwardly appreciated
– and yes, again, deeply, deeply loved
Ever will be.
September 5, 2016