I heard yesterday, from a
talking head on television, that every minute someone in this country dies from
cardiac arrest. One minute, in the year
1995, the person that died was my father. He died while walking toward his flight gate
in the concourse at the airport in Honolulu, Hawaii.
He collapsed outright. Little man gone.
Nine hours later, my
father’s luggage arrived in Spokane, Washington. The luggage circled round and round on the
baggage carousel, unclaimed.
A few hours after that,
my phone rang.
What
to do?
I
don’t know, you bastards.
--Mitchell
Hegman
I didn't know that your dad visited Hawaii.
ReplyDeleteHe was there for cancer treatment. He was fighting cancer at the time he died.
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