in the float through numb and glum and a injured thumb. The place in this long process I am at now. The deaths, illnesses, sillinesses, celebrations, infections, stinky stank, my death wish while Dad was halting his., along the way.
The time he was in a coma and fighting for his life one Spring and as he struggled on into the sunny Autumn day in the same year he did depart from us, The wish he had died then, before the further suffering and indignity cancer brings ...
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