I found the words from that day when I sat in a chair to one side and he sat next to her stroking her hand. They have the ability to hurt as much as they did when I wrote them one year ago.
"I saw my Father grow old today-60 years loving, fussing, laughing and crying. Keep her breathing. Sitting in silence when once it was "JIM" until you wanted to scream. Please holler at him-can't you hear me? Stay with me. I am not ready for her to go, he said today."
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- Strong opinions on most things. Bored by the pompous and timid. A strong sense of fairness and hopefully, non-judgmental. Open to new and interesting. Willing to learn. To stop learning is to die.
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