Hiding behind curtains, hoping not to see the
imminent death of Dad looming ever-presently
before interior sight and vision.
Lying aside all feelings of self, going to
visit with Dad, hopefully bring him some relief
and joy, in his saddened cell of life since Mom
died.
(11: 24 a.m. - 12/12/00)
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