Wednesday, August 16, 2006


He touches everything and I don't think he sees anything now. He keeps his eyes closed because it is easier that way. He is thinking. He is thinking as hard as he can, and what comes out is "little league" and "court papers" and "we only have 7 out of 19" and "Depoe Bay." And just as suddenly, he says, "I love her with all my heart." And I know he is speaking about his wife.

She comes every day. Every single day. And in the tradition of wellness, in the tradition of Oprah and Phil and all the people who would not face down this deathless end, she is told to "take care of herself," and "start living." And she tries. But you can hear it in her voice, when she's away at the beach with the girls for the first time, that living isn't what it used to be.

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