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for me to put my ear to his mouth, as he could barely muster the strength
to speak. His last words to me were that he loved me and I was a great
son, but that it was about time that I started behaving more respectfully
to him, his usual way of joking with me. When I looked in his eyes and
told him that at last I agreed, there was a last discernible sparkle. Then
he was gone.
My mother was having her own physical challenges at the time and
hadn’t been able to come to the hospital. When I walked through the
door, after I had pulled myself together to tell her the news, she looked
at me, smiled sweetly and said, “He’s gone, isn’t he?” “Yes, Mom,”
was all I could muster. “I know,” she said. “I felt him go about an
hour ago. Something inside of me shuddered, and I knew. What will I do
now?”
“Well,” I said. “First you’ll get better and then we’ll figure it out. We
don’t need to do anything right now. For the moment, we’ll just send
lots of love to Dad. What’s next will come clear in due time.” I told her
I was going to call my sisters and started to move toward the phone.
“At least, my dear son,” she said. “I won’t be a burden on you or your
sisters. Your wonderful father left me in fine shape. Who would have
thought that gypsy would do it, but he did. He was a wonderful guy,
your father.”
“I know, Mom,” I said as I dialed.