All Timers Luke Shaw

All Timers

Grandad wants to call me and talk. He doesn’t want much these days. With a voice like a bear on the brink of hibernation he says

Hey buddy I’ll be back soon I’ve got things to sort out up there, Okay granddead, I’ll see you then But I know I won’t.

He was asleep when Mimi died. She was on the couch, cold faced and he was sunken in the center of their quicksand bed, slumbering oblivious.

He laughed at the funeral home called “simplicity” He stood there forty pounds lighter when he saw her body. I did not want to look. He laughed and said This is the last time you’ll see her, wiping a tear from his eye.

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