Writing

I had a reason to start

Now everything has turned upside down.

I used to write about him, and how I miss the relationship that I had with my dad as a man.

He was a writer. He would always say that he was,

Working on a little something to put a few extra dollars in his pocket.

I’d make an appointment (😕)

Then we could go play golf, or shoot some pool. Either one was a good excuse to drink a few beers and make each other laugh.

We didn’t grow apart.

Alzheimer’s disease

In the beginning, right after he finally revealed his diagnosis to me, a few months had passed.

He was still writing.