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| copyright-Rich Voza |
I have had these calls before. We discuss myriad topics under the sun, the
weather, the movies, sporting events and how the children are growing up. And so it goes until next time when we repeat
the same. How many times did they end
with an “I love you”?
I have had these calls before. Calls after I talked to my father, listened
in to my wife’s brother on Skype and hours after the last chat with my mother. All unexpected but this time I was waiting for
the call. My brother-in-laws’s suffering
was over.
And the long flight home.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100
It has been over a month since my brother-in-law passed away. I didn't know how to express my emotions in this blog and have been silent for a while. The courage and dignity with which he bore his suffering remains an example to our family. He will be missed.
It has been over a month since my brother-in-law passed away. I didn't know how to express my emotions in this blog and have been silent for a while. The courage and dignity with which he bore his suffering remains an example to our family. He will be missed.
