Time Slipping Away

It has been close to a year now
But I really do not see how...

It still affects me today
No matter how hard I try to forget that day...

That day I was told my hero
Had a heart rate that read zero...

Childhood soccer coach
Preteen role model
Teenage tears of sorrow

You fought back with all your strength
But still you it did take...

As time goes on my wounds do not heal
Because depression I still feel
It is almost as if I am no longer real
Because that day my heart was also killed...

This is a poem dedicated to Bob Goud. My soccer coach from the age of 4 to the age of 12. Since the beginning he only had one leg due to having cancer previously in his life, but it was almost as if his crouches were two extra legs.
He never allowed his condition to slow him down...and till the very end he fought the cancer. Ever since I first meet him he was my hero, and still today he is. But I guess he is now out of the pain that haunted him.
One of the things that actually hurt the most though, even though it may sound very egotistical, is the fact that when he died he also had brain tumors...and the last time I actually saw him he turned to his wife and asked 'Who is this?' My childhood hero, the person I had spent four days a week with since I was four, did not remember who I was.