29 November 2010
my father says he is ready to die.
not that he is going to or wants to, but for the first time in his life he feels ready.
we're standing alone in my parents bedroom. because it had been too cold and our beds were too warm and so we never mustered the fortitude for one of our early father/daughter morning walks, we are slightly off-kilter. our early father/daughter morning walks are key. we need to be outside, to be moving, to be at liberty to talk openly without looking at one another. but we never did that this time.
and so, i am looking him straight in the eye when he tells me he is ready.
i do not know what to do with this. i just know not to tell my mother.
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