Stephen F. Dapogny, a gifted writer, devoted father and my loving husband, wrote the following poem in the Spring of 2009, a year after his father’s death. On September 24, 2011, Steve was struck and killed by a car while crossing Lake Shore Drive in Chicago, IL. The world lost a sensitive, honorable, capable and caring man that day. I lost my best friend of thirty years and my children lost a father who raised them from toddlers as an at-home Dad. I am incredibly grateful to have his poems to remind me what a talented man I had the good fortune to know and love for over 30 years. Steve also wrote this blog during his father’s battle with Alzheimer’s. As you’ll see, Steve wrote from the heart. Few hearts are not moved by his words
Nothing is Forever
Not the deserts. They were once seas.
Not the beaches. They always move.
Not the rocks and the mountains. Erosion takes its toll.
Multiplied by time
Wreak havoc in our world
In slow motion
Nothing lasts forever
Least of all me
Not my thoughts. Not my memories.
Not my words. I will be nothing.
But there is forever
And there is continuity
Whether men remember or not
When they pause and reflect
On what has passed before
The fact of the matter
Is matter is me
I cannot be created or destroyed
But only changed from one form into another
So the very atoms of my existence
Will continue in this world
Until this world ends
Whereupon they will be released into the universe
As matter or energy. Or particles or waves.
But that bit of energy, that bit of mass
Was once me
And therefore I will stay
In this world, of this world
But still here, disparate parts
They spring anew and oblivious back into circulation
Of the water of the hydrosphere
Of the carbon in the food chain
Of the energy used to produce
A new person
And some small part of me will be useful
Will be part of the world
Part of the life of those to come
Part of the very matter of their existence
Even though they do not see me
Do not feel me
Do not remember me
I will always be there