These past few months have been an emotional roller coaster: Calls from my father at odd times in the day of panic and confusion. "What will I wear?" "I can't seem to get out of bed. How will I get to breakfast?" "I'm at the bus station in Concord, coming to see you." "I'm so sorry to keep calling you, but I don't understand what's going on." His once powerful, deep voice is raspy and, at times, barely audible. I try to reassure him. I tell him it's OK to call - anytime. I say, "Take some deep breaths, Dad. Look at the birds out your window. I'll be by this afternoon, and we'll sort through things then." I hang up, take my own deep breaths and try to believe the words of a good friend. "It's not something you can fix. You need to let go."
Causes Char Solomon Supports
Piedmont Dance Theater, Cabarrus Arts Council, NC Writers Network, Komen Cancer Research, Pro Natura de Yucatan