I fell hard for an old, Polish man with a sweet heart and a killer constitution, the unassuming, slow-moving star of a story that he, his late wife and their little dog so gamely let me take a crack at. As I contemplate the book of his life, I wonder: does it end here?
The day before my Dad, exactly two years later.
The last years were really rough, even for a champ like you. You lost your wife of 61 years, what was left of your health, and the pooch you both held so dear.
In the last year, you could barely move or speak and spent most of your time in bed.
I went to visit you in hospital and your eyes followed my every move, fading beams of sky blue light. You were beyond exhaustion, but you could not, would…
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