I do not dare add any of my thoughts to this…Dani, you know why, Sis…you know why.
Sooo glad you did not experience the ultimate and have been given this opportunity to invest in this thing made new, old things having passed away.
Much, MUCH love…Charissa
I received a call four days ago. It was one of those calls; the kind that even the phone knows is bad. I was told my father couldn’t speak or move. He had been found that way. “The ambulance is on its way”, she said. “We’ll call once we have more information”.
In the car, I looked through my phone and changed my background to one of him and I. Then I went and listened to my voicemail. The most recent one was him saying “You never answer” then a click. I couldn’t move–couldn’t breathe really–and began thinking: What was it he said again? I take what money and put it where? And where are those documents? And then I call whom?
I thought of the little black dress I had bought months ago. The one I was supposed to return, but didn’t. I thought about how scared…
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