I Remember – #925

I remember saying goodbye to my father’s friend Des, while we sat together in Dad’s pool, not really talking about much, but aware that it was the last time we would speak.  Between us bobbed his catheter bag, and behind us, on the edge of the pool, little white pill bottles for when he was invariably gripped with pain.

-3 April 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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