I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone,
you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence. – Alyson Noel
Just the other day,
learned Father had left rehab
for his first visit home
in some two months.
Mom had recovered his favorite Barcalounger,
and he shuffled over to the chair and flopped down
like he’d only been gone for a few moments.
We were hopeful.
Later that same day,
Dad was 9-1-1’ed to the emergency room.
Mom thought it was the end.
“I think your Dad thought it was the end, too,”
she told me.
Today he’s listed in serious condition,
she’s on sedatives,
and I walk the dogs through the woods,
praying.
The man had immortality written all over him.
Feels like nobody’s father ever got sick before.
I hear scratching on the door.
Time for another walk through the woods.