You were so young.
And that’s ironic of me to say.

People consider me young, and I’m pretty sure you did too.
But Dad, you were only fifty-two. Who can say that they’ve lived their entire life at fifty-two?

I regret that you will never see your fifty-third. It’s weird of me to write this because what power do I have
Against the powers of death?
Of God?
Of life?

But I regret nonetheless.
Because you were so young.

I’m not a parent and yet the saying,
“No parent should have to bury their child” rings in my head.
But should a child have to bury their parent?


I had accepted that I would eventually say goodbye to you, Dad
but I never dreamed it would be so soon.

You were just too damn young.