The Death Watch

I struggle to title this post because the obvious is irreverent but really, nothing else quite says it as accurately. I was a front line spectator as I watched Dad die. And again, this month, I watched Mario die. The wait was different both times. But like I do to incredibly significant events, I hole up my words and tuck them inside my lapel until they come bursting out when I least expect them.

I'll see you in heaven, Dad.