Grace @ Everyday AmazingEvery time he knocks on the door, the old man's fragile heart beats rapidly like he is running a race. Yet his father could hardly carry a conversation as his breathing is labored. And his memories are faltering too, repeating:
These days, there is a frequent visitor in father's house.
"I can feel that my feet are on fire!". His wife answers, "It is just your nerves as you are very anxious."
But father would insist, "I cannot breathe and sleep at night. There is something burning in my stomach." He prays fervently, clasping the blessed rosary. He grows thinner, relying on his family to care for him. He has seen many doctors and priests over the years. The room smells of candles & devotions. His children avoid saying anything about hospital bills nor property arrangements.
They say the visitor's name by now. Not with a question mark but a period.
crab apples fall on groundbruised, speckled by birds-
autumn arrives with black veil
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