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.”
Life is not necessarily only of this time and space.
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