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The ancient river,
flooding across its span,
the river older than
a Native man.

Deep within the alluvial plain,
waters surged, eroding soil.
When the rivers course changed,
a new channel from Natures toil.

Life moves on,
away from here,
to another place.
Some place dear.

When the Worldly
places, where we live,
are no longer here,
then move to land above.

As a life's time expires,
it's time to deal with a cost.
A cost of time, a loss of friends,
as the family prays to the Holy Ghost.

Seek salvation,
in these final days,
singing of joy
and to praise,

your God, who you
will surely see,
as life ends
and your Soul is free.

Topics change
as life advances,
to a different place,
with fewer chances.

Adapt you should,
for its best for you,
to understand what,
in life, you will do.

Come with me, my friend,
to a land far away,
where we return to our youth,
playing games every day.

A place, we will love,
above all the rest.
Where friends are friends,
unlike all of the rest.

There is no hatred,
where we will soon go,
just love for others,
as we live out life's show.

Are you ready to,
take the next move?
To play like a child,
with nothing to lose.

Sometimes we forget,
we were to drain the swamp,
when you are up to your neck,
in alligators.
Re-focus on your goals.

Stay strong, my friend,
you must do so every day,
for if you weaken,
your dream goes away.

I have too many words,
stuck in my head.
Some about youthful dreams,
and about looking ahead.

Why look ahead,
you have been told the news,
"Your life choices are over,
You can no longer choose."

I can still find a way,
to fight this disease, and choose,
a path of courage,
to win and not lose.

I choose life,
above all the rest,
to fight the good fight,
by becoming my best.

I will not quit.
I will not stop.
I will continue to fight,
until I tire and drop.

I will get up,
arise from the fray
and live my life,
until the end of my day.

Happy birthday to you,
sweet Julia,
Adeline Fischer.
Your big sisters,
will watch over you,
as you grow,
into a lovely,
young woman.
Long may you live,
long may you roam,
but always to remain,
close to your home.

A chalky dust, coated the shelf,
where memories once stood, alone,
Each with a story.
A story of hard work, dedication,
and devotion to training.

Six days a week with one day off.
Running 7 to 8 miles per day, except
on Sunday, when the distance
was increased to 10 or 15 miles.

Memories, reappear, about the pain.
Running a 10K or a marathon.
It was work but very joyful,
when you finally finished. Then it was
more like an extended jog.

Why am I hesitant to tell
My siblings, my cancer is
Terminal?
I have come to grips with the diagnosis
Of stage 4, liver Pancreatic cancer.
I will fight this to the end. Life was
Sweet. Now the hard part.