- Death & Loss of Life
HOW DO I SAY GOODBYE by Robert Hewett Sr.
HOW DO I SAY GOODBYE
(My brother Haskell passed away on June 28, 2009, just one day short of the 48thanniversary of our father’s death of June 29, 1961.)
Born on Valentines Day in twenty-nine
No doctor around but he's doing fine.
Third of six, or sixth of nine,
He is the middle of this line.
Sturdy little guy as you would hope to find.
Saw every thing with an open mind.
Always independent and resourceful.
He was the one who could save money.
None of the others were good at that.
Growing up in Backwoods Texas
He was an expert with a slingshot.
He hunted and fished with a plan
Always with success using his strategy.
He and I connived to catch a skunk
and make a pet of that little creature.
I was eight and he was twelve.
My job was to hold the skunk’s tail down
So that my brother could stuff him in a sack.
His plan was good, except for my part.
The skunk turned to bite me,
I let go and ran to the field to tell Dad.
Haskell got sprayed in the face, but
true to his determination, sacked the skunk.
We kept him in an outdoor cage until he dug out.
Succeeded in the Army to Lt. Colonel in rank.
He is my rock, my idol, the one I thank
For a brother so good and loving to me.
Haskell Othell you are my strong oak tree.
HAPPY 80th BIRTHDAY, your brother
Author’s note: I didn’t say goodbye. We
talked every day or two until he could
no longer carry a conversation. He was
tough, he hung in there 4 or 5 months
longer than predicted by his doctor.