Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas

My ex sent this to me recently...we were both poetry fans and this was one of his favourites.

Well on Tuesday night his father (my ex father-in-law) passed away. I don't know if somewhere in my ex's psyche he 'felt' this coming or not...

I was not (to be honest) fond of his dad at all. He was much of the time a womanizing ass - it's probably where my ex learned that behaviour. He had his moments of kindness - and, deep down he meant well. He was a generous man.

I am still sad for my ex's loss. No one wants to lose a parent. I think it's one of the hardest things to deal with. My sympathies and my concerns are with them as they mourn this loss.