I’ve been thinking about my dad these days. He died almost a year ago, from Alzheimer’s. The very idea that Alzheimer’s got him really sticks in my craw. He should have, I don’t know, become so increasingly austere he turned into a slab of granite. That would have been a more fitting end. He should have read so hard that he turned into a cloud.
My dad
My dad
My dad
I’ve been thinking about my dad these days. He died almost a year ago, from Alzheimer’s. The very idea that Alzheimer’s got him really sticks in my craw. He should have, I don’t know, become so increasingly austere he turned into a slab of granite. That would have been a more fitting end. He should have read so hard that he turned into a cloud.