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Saturday, October 03, 2020

Pray for my father

 Deep in our refrigerator, there's a special place for food that's been around a while...we keep it, just in case.' It's probably too old to eat,' my mother likes to say.'But I don't think it's old enough for me to throw away.' It stays there for a month or more to ripen in the cold, and soon we notice fuzzy clumps of multicolored mold.

The clumps are larger every day, we notice this as well, but mostly what we notice is a certain special smell. when finally it all becomes a nasty mass of slime, my mother takes it out, and says, 'Apparently, it's time.' She dumps it in the garbage can, though not without regret, then fills the space with other food that's not so ancient yet,

Don't let the sorrow of your sad memories until this time, this word was his last words in our last meeting, since that very moment I knew he was telling me goodbye and showing me how to carry on after him.

Pray for my father he passed away two days ago.

NbMSdEll.

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