He was diagnosed with cancer
and given six months to two years,
though we never saw him cry
we all saw the tears.

He was the one who was there
for me the most,
to listen to my fears
and help rid the ghosts.

He did his treatments, went into
remission, doing well,
the problems he would have
who knew, who could tell?

He was the one who would
catch me cry,
and talk to me till my
tears were dry.

Five years later while lying in the
hospital bed in the month of May,
my father stopped responding,
my father passed away.

Now being here feeling lonely
as a mouse,
he is gone, my father,
Ronald Krause.

He didn't die alone,
a part of me died with him.