Another grey, rainy day. Father’s Day has come and gone and I’m in need of a shower. The house is sleeping alongside all of its occupants…except for me. I never did get a chance to see Dad yesterday, but we had a short call in the morning after mom texted ‘Dads up if you want to call’. So I did being the good son that I am. I asked him how he was feeling. ‘I’m OK’ he answered but his voice suggested otherwise. You see, his friend slipped and fell in the basement and broke his back. An MRI says the cancer running thru his bones likely caused it and he will never walk again and he’s just done. Done with all of it. In some ways I feel dad is too and I can’t blame him. That friend of Dads has the same flavor of cancer running thru his bones that Dad does.
It’s raining again. And Fathers Day has come and gone. There’s coffee and a lucky fox on my chest. The birds are chirping outside. My laptop fan reminds me it’s Monday and work beckons.
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