My father only said two words to me the last time I saw him.
I sat and just spoke to him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if what I said was right or wrong. But I told him he would always be in my heart no matter what.
And he was still in there because he said two words to me – and they were a day after I said that. I was only there 3 days.
He pointed to his heart and he said heart. He had been listening when I told him he would always be in my heart.
And he said one other word.
Aush
Your son brought him some of the aush you had made. He loved it. It was one of the two final words my father said to me. Your husband met my father. And handed off his body to me as if it were trash.
My father loved your son. And you have always hated me.
Laughs and Lobotomies 