Our friend Jim Koplin died today. I'd only just heard he was in the hospital with pneumonia, and was trying to figure out how to get Duane and Max over to inject some youthful energy in him this week when he'd be feeling stronger.... man. It's just that that's the end. Like the final end; like when I think I want to publish my memoirs, I'm not really thinking that for the reader, the end of the story is with MY end...
Ack.
And the suckiest thought.
The HORRIBLE ickiest thing....
Your kids die before you do.
Sorry.
This has been a sucky, holding Max close and forgiving stupid things I'd usually jump on him about...
No comments:
Post a Comment