The Time Thief

A retired airman battles a new enemy

Photo by MariaEugenia

In the stillness of a dimly lit room, a retired Senior Master Sergeant lies, immersed in the throes of a life-stealing cancer. Time, that other elusive thief, whispers in his ear, reminding him of the passage of years, of moments lived and cherished. Memories, like ghosts, float through his mind, stirring up emotions that have long been dormant.

He recalls the day he enlisted, a young and eager soul drawn to the promise of adventure. The Air Force became his second family, the roar of jet engines his lullaby, as he ensured they soared through the heavens with airmen ready to complete their mission. He fought wars and served his country with unwavering loyalty, a man of honor.

But amongst the backdrop of battles fought and victories won, there was a love left unspoken. A long lost flame, a connection never fully extinguished. He recalls the moment their paths crossed again, decades later, the flame rekindled, a love that had been buried beneath the weight of duty. They married in a whirlwind of emotions, embracing the joy that life had bestowed upon them.

Now, as his body succumbs to the ravages of illness, he reflects on the persistent march of time. How swiftly it passes, stealing away the vitality of youth, replacing it with aching bones and the harsh reality of mortality. Yet, in the face of death, he finds solace in the love he was fortunate enough to experience once more.

As his eyes drift closed and his breaths become longer, the retired Senior Master Sergeant embraces the bittersweet symphony of his life. He may be leaving this world, but his memories, his love, will forever dance among the stars, evidence of a life well-lived. And in the embrace of eternal slumber, he finds peace, knowing that his legacy will continue to soar, like the wings of an eagle, through the hearts of those he loved and inspired.

Author’s Note

This prose poem was inspired by events in the summer and early fall of 2023, an emotionally and mentally exhausting time. In the hospital, we witnessed a loved one’s physical and emotional pain. We remained hopeful for a positive outcome, but the cancer was persistent.

The family transitioned to home hospice care once told he was dying. This shift allowed us to provide comfort and support in a familiar environment, surrounded by family and cherished memories. We had meaningful moments with him and each other, even with his ongoing medical attention.

Watching his health deteriorate was heart-wrenching, as the cancer's relentlessly cumulative effect grew evident. Managing pain became a primary focus, and we relied on the expertise of healthcare professionals to ensure his comfort. We encouraged each other to express our feelings, reminiscing and discussing hopes for the future, even if it seemed uncertain.

Finally, the day arrived when he peacefully passed away. My sister, the love of his life, held his hand and placed her forehead against his, whispering her love as he took his last breath. Emotions of grief, loss, and emptiness consumed us, but we found solace in knowing that his suffering had ended. Both sorrow and gratitude characterized the mourning period—for the time we shared, the lessons learned, and the love that will forever endure.

This time taught me the importance of cherishing moments with loved ones, expressing emotions openly, and finding strength in unity. Losing someone to cancer is painful, but their memories and lessons live on.

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