I was in the hospital cafeteria. 11 PM. My father upstairs with pneumonia. A man sat across from me. 50s. Red eyes. “My wife. Brain surgery. 9 hours so far.” We talked for 2 hours. His wife. My father. Hospital coffee…
11:00 PM. The clock above the vending machine in the basement cafeteria hummed like an angry hornet. My father was two floors up, fighting a stubborn bout of pneumonia that …
I was in the hospital cafeteria. 11 PM. My father upstairs with pneumonia. A man sat across from me. 50s. Red eyes. “My wife. Brain surgery. 9 hours so far.” We talked for 2 hours. His wife. My father. Hospital coffee… Read More