By Karen Mason
We go to Pannekoeken Huis, the Dutch restaurant, and wait for the nuclear medicine to travel through his blood.
He mentions he has been thinking about his legacy. My heart sinks. I don’t have a good response. The waitress yells, “Pannekoeken!” and sets down our Dutch apple pancake.
I mumble something about coming from so little and ending with so much. Starting a business…raising children…helping the grandkids with college.
Have I ruined the moment?
He takes a sip of coffee. His eyes tell me there could have been so much more.
“Can you feel the medicine working?” I ask.
So much said with few chosen words. Lovely.
Stunning emotional depth! I was immediately and intimately involved in the story. I continue to linger there long after. Thank you!