drmstream[writing]

Father Today you would be ninety-seven if you had lived, and we would all be mis­er­able, you and your chil­dren, dri­ving from clinic to clinic, an ancient fear­ful hypochon­driac and his fret­ful son and daugh­ter, ask­ing direc­tions, try­ing to read the com­pli­cated, fad­ing map of cures. But with your dig­nity intact you have been gone […]