Until Next Time

burns the fire

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?


Dear Eddy,

You died.

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. 

DSC_0535 You loved her the moment you met.

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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