Quick update- Dad looks terrible. But I don't know if that's because he's so sick, or because it's the first time in 40 years I've seen him without a beard. And it's the first time period that I've seen him without hair!
Every time I look at him, I think of this:
I am so going to hell ...
And is it odd that I frequently do or say things in a conversation, and in my head I think, "This is going to end up in a column!" and file it away?
That's probably going to get me into the second circle of hell, at least.
Anyway, I spent the day moving all of my stuff from the old farmhouse (all that is still good, at least - I found my James O'Barr collection of signed books! No idea where the signed prints are, sadly.) It's 9 pm here; I'm still on Wyoming time so it's 7pm to me, and I have a computer to fix and other work to do and I have no idea when I'll find the time to wrap my head around the fact that this may be the last chance I get to see my father alive.
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Date: 2012-05-09 01:13 am (UTC)Maybe I've quoted this before...
"When you're a writer, you no longer see things with the freshness of the normal person. There are always two figures that work inside you, and if you are at all intelligent you realize that you have lost something. But I think there has always been this dichotomy in a real writer. He wants to be terribly human, and he responds emotionally, but at the same time there's this cold observer who cannot cry." - Brian Moore
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Date: 2012-05-09 01:17 am (UTC)