he called last nite.
his pop.
not doin' so good.
a possible trip up today...
we don't know.
time to sprint into action around here.
and so i've been sprinting....
and thinking......
i went to bed thinking about him.
woke up thinking about him.
walkin' around thinking about him.
working thinking about him.
he wants to go.....and yet he's scared.
but i know he's had enough.
and i know he wants to go.
and i keep wondering what he's thinking now.
and i keep thinking about passing to another place....
maybe he will this time.
maybe he won't.
this living stuff....
this dying stuff.....
my gosh it's so darn full.
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