There is a similarity about them. <br />Eric, and my father. <br />Quiet men, who went about their lives <br />doing well for others. <br />Gentle men, who didn't seek rewards, <br />the doing would suffice. <br /> <br />When I talk with Eric, <br />memories of my father come flooding back. <br />The timbre of his voice, <br />an occasional gesture, <br />the size and shape of him. <br />I look forward to those moments joyously, <br />sometimes sadly. <br /> <br />My father's passing? <br />An unfathomable void. <br />To Eric, I repeat the words I spoke <br />the night my father died. <br />'Do not go gentle into that good night. <br />Rage, rage against the dying of the light.' <br /> <br /> <br />Eric Smith, friend and mentor, died on <br />January 4,2006 aged 92<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-eric/
