Silence

Tomorrow morning I leave for Florida, to a hospital where my father lies surrounded by doctors who tell me today that first thing in the morning might not be fast enough to say goodbye.  I haven't spoken to my father in almost a year, and before then it was only a few times.

And now all those moments of silence are screaming at me louder than any fight I could have had that would let things pass.

Don't know when I'll be back.