That alone made me read it twice.
He wrote that he had replayed our hospital call.
He admitted he had heard the devastation in my voice.
He wrote:
I chose the easier room.
That sentence was more truthful than anything he had said before.
Melissa’s birthday dinner was warm.
Familiar.
Full of people.
My funeral was unbearable.
Dad chose the room where nobody required him to face death.
He wrote that he had confused avoiding pain with protecting the family.
He apologized.
I did not immediately call.
An apology could be sincere and still arrive after consequences had
become permanent.
I sent one message.
I received your letter. Thank you for taking responsibility. I am not
ready for more contact.
He replied:
I understand.
For once, he did not argue.
PART 26 — WHAT I KEPT
I did not give away all the settlement money.
I did not need to prove purity by becoming poor.
