On The Last Moments Leading Up To Your Death
(excerpt)
It’s the only time I see Dad cry in 40 years. He says you’ll be gone in three days. I ask why he didn’t tell me sooner. He says he didn’t know it would happen so fast. There were signs we didn’t see, but you had said you’d let me know when to come home. You did, and I don’t blame you. You couldn’t know what you didn’t want to know. You just kept pretending, even from the Hospice bed at home. How could I be surprised that you would pretend that everything was fine? Your entire life was pretending, making everyone believe that everything was fine.
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