“It is my divine right to
unconditional love. It is my divine right to unconditional love. It is my . . ”
he dug the premise
though he hated to
say that the announcerpronouncers voice distracted himtook him off message diminished
the elation he might otherwise have enjoyed they sounded like Rush Limbaugh a
person whose very voice pissed him offwhose politics ran counter to his and whose success drove him up a wall imagining beyond Limbaugh those who hung on his
every word
he leaned forward and killed the podcast
his daughter was asleep now
he was tempted to argue divine
rights
but theres no
sense arguing with a disembodied voice coming through the sieve of a speaker
they cant hear you
she was deeply asleep
he sat again in the wood dining
chair he set at the foot of her bed
watched her
breathe
listened to the whisper of the ventilator
aiding her
from the floor beside him he
picked up his clipboard and paper the
red Bic atop it he wrote her a
letterhe accused her of coercing him to write a letter shed smile at that when she read it
he wrote her
that when she was a baby sleeping in her crib her mother and he would tiptoe into
the room and stand arms around each other
and marvel at the precious little girl they created with their love
quietly watch her
a beautiful
extension of their love
more precious than either of
their lives
he felt helpless
watching her
now
as she slept
he wrote
. . . I wouldnt be anywhere else in the world right
now
.
. . I love you dad
0906, Monday,
28 10. 19
1200, Saturday,
2 11. 19
Johnny Cash Hurt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AHCfZTRGiI
