One Year to a Writing Life:
a challenge by @ellowrites
My dad and I went to Captain D's today. We always went there when I was a kid because "kids eat free on Tuesdays". Now that he's preparing to die, these simple things are most comforting to me: fried chicken with familiar a pineapple and mustard sauce, a warm evening in the yard with the cats and dogs, plans to repaint the bathroom and refinish the floor.
I told James that I didn't want to deal with his death like I did Lisa's. I bottled it up and hid it inside of me for years; I didn't even speak her name for so long. I'm trying to deal with his health one day at a time without blocking it out or overthinking it. I keep myself moving, just busy enough to stop me from dwelling on it too long.
All I've been writing about lately has been that, but it weighs heavily on me. I desperately wish this wasn't happening now, because I've felt better than I have in years. But we'll never get to do any of those things we talked about when I was younger.
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