My father-in-law is dying,
from a tumor in his brain.
He's lived a good, happy, love filled life,
and he doesn't want to complain.

He is refusing all modern medicine,
that could possibly be a cure.
He is giving his life up,
to his Lord God and Savior.

Fletch is going to California,
to be with his Dad.
My week will be a lonely one,
and my life will be sad.

It's been 5 years since Fletch,
has seen his family.
He misses them greatly,
and his heart is feeling achy.

He wants to take his Dad to the beach,
one last time to walk in the sand.
He wants to have a talk,
and tell his Dad that he is grand.

The Doctors aren't real hopeful,
that he'll live 3 more weeks.
Fletch is so upset and crying,
you can see the tear stained streaks.

He knows that I am here for him,
I want to tell him everything is alright,
I want to protect him from this,
and take away his fright.

I know that I can't do that,
but I can wish I could.
Deep down Fletch knows,
if I could I would.