died the other night in his sleep.
a massive heart attack. he was
a heavy drinker but such a good
man when he was sober. he'd
ask me about my paper all of the
time and seemed genuine in his
interest of what I had to say...
his wife is on the afternoon shift.
she is a quiet woman - so small &
sad but strong - she must be strong
to put up for so long because she
loved that man but made him leave
once or twice or more - with hopes
that he would quit the drink but he
didn't stop until it killed him - in their
bed, asleep - i can't help but wonder
what she's thinking now? who can
tell when it comes to matters of the
heart? all i've heard is the rumor mill
and it is on to the next thing - the flag
out front of the factory was at half mast.
this morning i woke myself from
dreaming about my dad having
heart surgery. the doctors left
metal in him (we're allergic to the
metals) and my dad woke up and
didn't want to talk to me and I was
thinking, "i have metal in me, too."