By Ronald M. Larsen
I’d flown in to see Dad, possibly for the last time.
“Charlie, it’s bad,” my sister warned me. “He doesn’t remember much.”
She sat on one end of Dad’s bed while I sat in the only chair. I asked Dad how he was doing.
“Fine,” he replied.
“They taking good care of you?”
“Yes.”
My sister piped up, “Seen Charlie lately, Dad?”
“No, I don’t think I have,” he replied slowly.
She grinned at me, the little shit. “Dad, did you have any kids?”
“Well, there was Charlie and Frank, and I think there was another one.”
My turn to grin.
Loved the twist in this story.
Grinning at the Grim! Jerry
Great story, Ron! If I were a writer, I would have a similar story to tell! Glad we can laugh about it now.
Brilliant!
I loved it! I would be so happy to spend one more day with Dad. We’d drink coffee and share a candy bar!
Touching. Vivid imagery; almost like I was there, listening. Liked it.
Perfect!
Tee-hee. Delicious.
Ron, touche’