“Are you going to stay for the Seahawks game? You know it’s hardest when you realize it’s the last time you’ll ever do something together.” (he passed this last Monday)
My dad said that to me today. I decided to stay. I was going to go home and watch it alone like I usually do because the kids don’t follow football. My Mom and I are the ones shouting at the TV. Dad wakes up once in awhile to see what’s going on. Some kids have left here, one has arrived.
I mention all these intimate details of our family life because I am Bipolar and my father is dying and I’m finding myself need my kids around me just as dad needs us around him.
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