Dear Grandaddy,

19 Apr

To Granddaddy, I wanted to come see you in the hospital.  I knew you were dying; I wanted to say a proper goodbye.  But I was fourteen hours away with gas at four bucks a gallon and no means of paying such expenses.  I’m so sorry I didn’t make the drive, find some way to get myself to you.  I wanted to hold your hand, update you on my life, give you some sort of comfort as your breaths got fewer and farther between.  And I didn’t.  I couldn’t.  But more than anything I wish I had.  I love you, you old coot.


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