on getting old
By benafim
Getting Old I know more dead people now than live ones, they visit me in dreams and never get older. Like my five year old son who, clutching a Donald Duck plastic toy, asked me if he was going up to Jesus when he died. Desperately, holding on to a fading hope, I said: “Yes my boy but not just yet”…While he was serene I tried my best not to cry. “If you’re in heaven, dear boy, can’t you tell me now?” He calmly smiles and vanishes. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 07:09 AM PST 0 • 1
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