You were diagnosed with Leukemia and sadly, you didn't survive.
If you hadn't died 111 months ago, today you would've turned 75.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
But 111 months ago, you went to Heaven.
Your hair grew back after chemotherapy made it fall out.
When you were told you would die, there was no doubt.
It must have been terrifying when you learned that you were terminally ill.
You had to battle cancer and it was not easy to go through such an ordeal.
Today would've been your 75th birthday.
But 111 months ago, you were taken away.
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Author:
randyjohnson71 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Sorry to hear. And glad that there are words to clothe the inexpressible otherwise. I too have relations that have gone that way from various types of cancer. Not easy for us or them.
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