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The call came late one evening just before she would have been asleep. Rob said "there's been a hit and run." "A stranger found Dad in the street." She got herself dressed hurriedly without an eye to style. She left the kids with Steven; A quick kiss as a goodbye. She took Lyft to the hospital; and as she watched the streetlights pass by. She wondered how she ought to feel If her father were to die. The two of them were long estranged. Had ever they been close? Much easier to dress in black if he had given up the ghost. Rob called her from emergency that Dad was fading fast. His breathing was irregular This night would be his last. She joined Rob at the bedside When she saw theirDad she gasped. How could he still be breathing with all those tubes in place.? The old man on the gurney reached out and squeezed her hand. Her father was too far gone to speak but hoped she'd understand. There was no time for redemption before the old man slipped above. But, as she bent to kiss his battered cheek there was time enough for love
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Time enough for Love
The call came late one evening just before she would have been asleep. Rob said "there's been a hit and run." "A stranger found Dad in the street." She got herself dressed hurriedly without an eye to style. She left the kids with Steven; A quick kiss as a goodbye. She took Lyft to the hospital; and as she watched the streetlights pass by. She wondered how she ought to feel If her father were to die. The two of them were long estranged. Had ever they been close? Much easier to dress in black if he had given up the ghost. Rob called her from emergency that Dad was fading fast. His breathing was irregular This night would be his last. She joined Rob at the bedside When she saw theirDad she gasped. How could he still be breathing with all those tubes in place.? The old man on the gurney reached out and squeezed her hand. Her father was too far gone to speak but hoped she'd understand. There was no time for redemption before the old man slipped above. But, as she bent to kiss his battered cheek there was time enough for love
With due apologies to Robert Heinlein
john-f-mccullagh
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
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