Adapted from a song of the same title written by Cabana Boy Q as a tribute to our dear nephew, who passed too soon at age 23.
Good-bye, my son,
Farewell, my child;
We parted ways too soon.
You graced your way into our lives,
Reveled and rebelled and rumbled,
At once gloriously, odiously, and tremendously.
Together our families gathered annually,
During the Christmas holidays mostly.
But there were family reunions occasionally.
Ciao, my son,
Adios, my child,
So many ways to say adieu.
The void is still unreal, surreal,
Unwanted legacy of lingering longing
For the sound and sight of your liveliness.
Too many losses in such a short span;
This is one story that can’t be spun
To end with you still being around.
Good night, my son,
Peace out, my child;
I’m left with a blistered heart.