I wrote this for my father's memorial six years ago. We had a concert, told stories, and read poetry instead of a wake or funeral. Some Father's Day sting more than others. This is one of them. Three months have passed since we flew to Minneapolis and drove madly through the winter rain, to see you at dawn, to be with you for the last time. You weren’t communicating, not really. You could nod or shake your head, let us know if the pain was bad, or worse. You laughed when I s