1982
My mother came home from the hospital today,
and I can’t handle the numbness from
exhaustion. She has the disease, and it’s going
to kill her, but I can’t help but wonder (bad
son) about my role in this. I try to cause three
meals a day to happen and earn enough outside
to pay some bills. My father has proved useless.
I guess no one is surprised, though every now
and then I hope.
C L Couch
Just a lost key by a popular running trail.
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