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Do Not Die Before I Stop Talking!

My 47-year-old father’s death crushed me harder than anything I saw while I was in Vietnam.

Ken Kayse
5 min readAug 6, 2021


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Cemeteries are the landlords of our lifeless bodies. Inside each casket, you will find a lifetime of memories, if only the residents could talk. For many of us, they also contain the answers to many unspoken questions.

You can stroll through any of these in the daytime and find them nearly empty of human visitors. I have always thought it was because we who mourn them must go on with our lives.

Death is no stranger to any of us. We have all lost someone who was near and dear to us to that faceless, scythe-carrying ghost, the Grim Reaper. It seems to be a haphazard canvassing of a variety of ages, skin colors, rich, and indigent “luck of the draw” that has no set qualifications and no defined boundaries.

I wasn’t finished talking with him!

In my life span, I have seen more than my fair share of death, and its consequences.

  • When I was 6, I saw my father’s mother at the funeral home.
  • When I was 12, and again at 14, I lost two uncles and two aunts, and a U.S. President was assassinated, leaving an entire nation in mourning.
  • When I was 18, my one year of Vietnam Army experience saw us lose 134 Americans in one battle alone. In that same battle, the North Vietnamese Army lost over 1,400 additional souls.
  • The one death that hurt the most happened when I was 25. My father committed suicide. This is the one death I still concentrate on every day of my life!

Beyond those already mentioned, I’ve seen countless relatives and friends pass through Heaven’s gates, my mother having arrived there 41 years after my Dad.

A mere six years after I returned from Vietnam, Dad was gone! I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, and neither did anyone else in our family. He just got up one morning, went out to our garage and I’ve always imagined he bowed his head, said an “Our Father.” then hung himself. I wasn’t there that day, so I will never know. I…



Ken Kayse

When Life knocks you down, be a rubber ball and bounce up. I enjoy creativity and I love life! I write for fun and I live in the present. Try it you’ll like it.