Devon Mayne

One rarely came across me without catching my smile,
My sparkle in my eye.
I suppose that's why I was nicknamed 'Sunshine' by my Grandmother
(But only my family knows that)
My wife and I were so happy before sickness came
Then death
We raised our little girl with the pride of any parent
Plus some added pressure for her to achieve her destined successes.
Of course, I can now only watch her success from my place in
Heaven
Where I can look upon her and smile
And share a story or two about her with an angel.
If I hadn't been so caring
And if I hadn't been so dutiful
And if I hadn't been that one on duty that day
Whenever that was
I could still share my life with them
My girls.
Fires burn so bright
And people scream so loud
I had to help
No matter what, I had to help them,
the screaming people and burning fires.
Everyone needed me, besides, down at the station.
My sickness seemed only temporary because there was no cure
So we just ignored it and continued to work
Work
WORK!
My parents, the chief, my wife, my daughter
(Since when did she learn the 'f-word')
My in-laws, the city, the contractors...
Then the doctors, and specialists, and pharmacists,
And pre-med students who would come into my room and poke at
me like some specimen.
I am a specimen now.
And so is my wife.
Honey, I'm sorry.
Princess, take care of your mother and yourself.
Take life seriously now
And remember that I love you.

Anon.