Four months ago today,
he died after years of struggle with cancer.
He said I never knew him in his prime.
But even with his illness
he had more energy
more love to give
more humor than
most of us on our best days.
He loved watching me
do things he no longer could do:
swim laps at my top speed
run down the beach on two strong legs
sing with full lung power.
Prized photos of him at an earlier age
showed him in physical prime:
an elastic and beautifully powerful
body stretching in yoga poses
and martial art forms.
As I look back on all that he
lost and endured over years
how much he loved all his family
loved his patients and colleagues
and loved me
I am amazed at the indivisible strength
of mind and spirit
that lived in him.
And I know that because every month
holds within it
a seven, that
the days of remembering his prime