He was the toughest SOB that I ever knew.
Every time, before, death knocked on his door,
he knocked the Grim Reaper on the floor.
Sadly, this time, the hooded one was the victor.
This was the man who lived through a blazing inferno,
being in the line of fire during the Korean War,
and fell from an iron tower.
Yet, as tough as he was, with me he was always tender.
I never, called him Dad...yet he was the best Dad I ever had.
When the time came for him to go cause the pain was too much I cried.
But, just like he did, I did what I had to and told them to turn off the machines.
I feel no guilt for being the one gifted with the right to end his pain.
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