I don’t know if my step-father is going to die today or tonight or tomorrow. Or if he’ll pull through. He has an appetite and is eating. Even planning for the future by saving his pudding for a snack.
At the moment, all I have are questions and tired tears.
Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. - Linda Hogan (b. 1947), Native American writer
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