Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013 at the age of 65.


The Thirteenth Day Of July

When I saw you in your casket, it brought tears to my eyes.
You died two years ago today on the thirteenth day of July.
When the doctors said that your illness was terminal, I didn't want to believe that it was true.
But sadly, they were correct and two years ago today, we lost you.

From 1975 to 2010 you worked at Woodcraft, you worked with lumber.
People may think that I'm crazy because I believe that 13 is an unlucky number.
You died on the thirteenth year of the century and also on the thirteenth day of July.
You took Chemotherapy treatments for months and two years ago today, you died.




Poetry by Randy Johnson
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Written on 2015-07-13 at 20:11

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normalil
I can feel the sadness in this poem, so eloquently expressed in simple words. I truly feel for you...was this person your parent?
Time does heal, but the pain never really goes away...I lost my father 13 years ago, but I never ever forget him. This write of yours gives me strength and joy, that other people never forget their loved ones. You wrote it in simple and direct terms which I can understand completely. My thoughts are with you. (So strange, I have a sister to whom I am very close, today is her 62nd birthday, she has just got the "all clear" from uterine cancer. I am sorry that your loved one did not get the same good news.
I really felt for you on reading your poem.
Bless you,
normalil
2015-07-13