Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

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Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Slow Crash


My friend’s eighty-something-year-old father is slowly crashing to an end.  His father’s body is permanently crooked and weak.  Recently, the old man has been stringing together bad days.  He has been confused and nearly as helpless as an infant.  The world is now passing him by.

My friend sometimes helps to care for his father.  The other night, his father emerged from several hours of delirium and beckoned my friend closer.  “Son…can you help me?”

“Help you with what, Dad?" 

“I want to live.”

--Mitchell Hegman

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