Sometimes my father looks awful - like in this picture. He's skinny, he's tired, he's close to the end, I guess. He stopped eating a few months ago - living on toffutti ice cream, chocolate pudding, and honey-thick water and juices. His spirits are okay, though.
The other day we even played cards.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
couldn't stay awake
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment