
Flashback Friday: "His Pantoum"
My father's birthday is on the 26th, and the day always reprises memories of both his life and death, 13 March 2009. I flew home to make it back for his final hours--his last 26, in fact, and I'm so glad I did. He was receiving hospice treatment at home, with two medications, one essentially morphine, to be given to him on a 3-hour and a 4-hour rotation, and while he was unconscious much of the time, we had a few exchanges that assured me that he knew I was there. Today's poe