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Unforgiven

Unforgiven All that I asked of my brother to please call dad even though dad couldn't talk back all those years my dad held onto and no call from his son. When dad needed the decision made feeding tube or not? for he could no longer swallow life or death? choose Food was Dad's joy once again to call my brother to help me make that decision no call back. feeding tube inserted so when dad's ashes came nearly 3 weeks later no knock on the door. nothing on a rainy day I saw the cardboard box on the ground and something came out of me a primeval moan for my dad. and he sits on my dresser now with someone who loves him. forgive? I don't know how.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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