Don't give me your sympathy, I don't need or want it.
I saw him last about a year ago; he was still strong enough to be out and about. The leukemia hadn't gotten too far, yet. Still looked the same, slightly older, a little more grey, a little less weight. He came to my parents' house and ate lunch and looked at pictures. I said I would come see him in Athens. I didn't. Too caught up in whatever the hell I was doing, I suppose.
He didn't come to my wedding; he was too weak.
He died this morning at home. |
