the night dad died
The day dad died I went down, not knowing if my dad would live out the day but thinking he probably would. I took my running clothes, laptop, a frozen chow mein noodle packet, and Lonesome Dove. I got there at exactly 9:30. Mom was still getting ready for work so we visited while she got dressed and we talked about dad's medication and the nurse comeing. I told her I wanted to go running and she asked me to wait until the nurse came. When she came, she talked to me with such compassion. Dad was struggling to breathe - it came in spurts and stops and there was a rattle in his throat. I went on my run. Mom said she would leave when the nurse left, so I told her I would be gone only 40 minutes. I went up the road to Main street Mapleton. I was amazed at how it was only a mile to pass Uncle Roe's house, the carnesecca's two houses, even Pat & Albert's new house. A mile of my life that fills up so much time, but only 10 minutes to run. I took the highway toward the ...