Southwest 8th Street and 40 Somethingth I write this almost a month later. Everyone is saying take your time. How can anyone do that as they walk intentionally toward a motherfucking land mine of tears. The night before, we had visitors in the room late Ismelia talking over my answers to her questions repeating how …
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06-06-21
It’s a bit strange and sad how easy it is for me to put the death of my father in a box in a far away part of my mind. The ease with which I can speed myself there to look at any of the many items in the box and be instantly broken makes …
05-30-21
It hurts so much to look back and wonder if I shouldn’t have waited just a little bit more before telling them yes please make him more comfortable. All I can hear is go ahead and finish him off.
05-19-21
How He Felt So I don’t forget his hands were brown spotted with the years but smooth warm at first from the fever and cooler as the day went. The skin thin on the arm it crinkled like aluminum foil. The arm hairs short. His forehead felt dry ashy but his hair was cool thin …
05-18-21
My dad didn’t pick up when I called his cell at the hospital this morning. I eventually talked to a nurse who said he couldn’t remember the pin to unlock the phone. My dad does not have memory issues and while sometimes selective he remembers with steel. I told the nurse this wasn’t normal for …
05-16-21
One Saturday you walk into your dad’s hospital room and as you touch the skin of his liver spotted forehead and wonder if it’s been like that or if they’re not cleaning him you realize you hadn’t visited for a couple days not because you didn’t want to argue with or upset him but because …
05-05-21
I had something good to write about maybe it was about my dad in the hospital but then I went to a restaurant because the kitchen is dismantled BECAUSE CONSTRUCTION and it’s supposed to be a steak place but there was no salt or flavor on the meat so here we are.
05-04-22
The construction peopleare hereand the owner doesn’t like me much anymorebecause I got madthat he’s not doing his job. Welp. Hurry upfinish this shitand get the fuck on backto ruining more people’s liveswith the bettermentof their homes.
05-03-21
My fatherlooks so smallunder the coversin that hospital bed. You know the onesvery wide with the adjustable plastic barriers on the side. He shiversand says nowhen I ask if he wantsanother cover.
05-02-21
Sometimes I wonder why Amazon doesn’t have a search result for Tape Measure That Can’t Be Misplaced – For Stupid People.