I remember, nearing the end
Before dementia overwhelmed him
The first thing every morning
My father read the newspaper
Turning more and more often
To the obituaries first
Looking for people he knew
How strange, I thought
And such a sad thing to do
Now, I view the obituaries
Clicking to them first
More and more often
Looking for people I know
My generation’s time to pass on now
Lanning Lee 