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I often had dinner with my ninety four year old father at the nursing home, who,  towards the end had little to say. what he said was mostly incoherent and softly spoken. after one dinner, where little was said, we sat together, he in his wheelchair, I in a lounger, in the lobby, in front of the television, digesting, he turned to me, and said, "I didn't think this would go on so long."
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
I often had dinner
I often had dinner with my ninety four year old father at the nursing home, who,  towards the end had little to say. what he said was mostly incoherent and softly spoken. after one dinner, where little was said, we sat together, he in his wheelchair, I in a lounger, in the lobby, in front of the television, digesting, he turned to me, and said, "I didn't think this would go on so long."
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
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