Home Again
So glad to be back.
Despite having maintained a stiff upper lip the entire time I was in Boston, when I saw the National Cathedral in the distance as I returned by cab from the airport on the GW Parkway, I started to cry.
The work has just begun. My Dad is really falling apart. Any anger and resentment have pretty much crumbled in the face of his extremely pitiable state.
I brought home one of ~ if not the~ last drawings he ever did. It's a tender little sketch, slightly vague and shaky, of a tendril sprouting out of an egg in a nest. So tentative, so hopeful. I asked my sister to give it to me (it was up in their bathroom), because although it breaks my heart, it also reminds me to be gentle when I think of my father.
Despite having maintained a stiff upper lip the entire time I was in Boston, when I saw the National Cathedral in the distance as I returned by cab from the airport on the GW Parkway, I started to cry.
The work has just begun. My Dad is really falling apart. Any anger and resentment have pretty much crumbled in the face of his extremely pitiable state.
I brought home one of ~ if not the~ last drawings he ever did. It's a tender little sketch, slightly vague and shaky, of a tendril sprouting out of an egg in a nest. So tentative, so hopeful. I asked my sister to give it to me (it was up in their bathroom), because although it breaks my heart, it also reminds me to be gentle when I think of my father.
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