Standing at the steel doors glaring down at the warm blooded body of my father. Slowly I’m watching his breath decrease.
“Father?!” I said.
Apathetically I ponder as I watched closely at my father’s face. All I can view was this warm hearted man with a cold body lying. It was his time to go.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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