Dear diary,
Dad and I am are enjoying dinner at the hospital. That’s correct. We ate lunch yesterday here! We missed it so much that Mom was kind enough to be admitted early this morning.
During this egg omelet meal, I had a thought about Mom feeling like the only one left in her family, despite my brother and me being alive.
The feeling must be saddened too for the last apostle standing. And truly as we do get closer to the truth, no one on this hellish planet seems to care.
If they only knew the burdens carried by these good souls, y’all would believe in their truth.
Alas, it’s time to consume dessert. Dad got pecan pie. I got coconut cream pie. But who cares? It’s my truth. Yummy.
Sincerely,
FLYNN B enjoying hospital meals with Dad.
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