Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Makeup, words, and Dad's sudden death

I remember I didn't put my makeup on the day my Dad died. Days went by without a clean face or glance at a tooth brush. My words left unsaid trampled over themselves in my mind, and kept me quiet asking why, why now, where there, why this way, while I went through my to-do list closing my father's life. It included deciding on an urn. My face became parched and dry.

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