Congratulations to Mark King, whose latest blog entry has been posted on the Huffington Post at their request.
Full disclosure: Mark and I have become good friends over the past few years, so I can no longer even feign objectivity. Which is why it's a good thing Mark really is as gifted as I think he is.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
It is what it is.
It's about 12:30 on Friday night, and I'm restless. It's that four-in-the-morning-let's-go-to-Waffle-House kind of restlessness that comes with bad news and a long night. Mental exhaustion has set in, taking the edge off any dull emotional ache that might have survived the day. Still, sleep will only come when my emotions are completely dead, when there's no energy left to think, not even about being tired.
My father has lung cancer.
He was characteristically stoic when he told me -- "it is what it is" -- and seemed unprepared for my dismay. It is what it is, he repeated.
There's really nothing else to say.
My father has lung cancer.
He was characteristically stoic when he told me -- "it is what it is" -- and seemed unprepared for my dismay. It is what it is, he repeated.
There's really nothing else to say.
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