So he’s down to less than half his usual weight:
\ncan’t wait to see if I can see him; he’s a ghost
\nof his former self, a skinny old withered old guy
\nmy brother in law, and I know he’s living of cancer
\nbut he won’t admit it, nor will his wife.<\/p>\n
Summers, years ago we used to sit with binocs
\nout front of the cottage Sundays and comment
\non topless beauties passing on gleaming white boats;
\nGod I miss those days when he and I would
\nsit on our asses, sipping on Labatt’s Blue
\nthere in the sunlight under the trees and feeling
\nsuperior to anyone else and loving the life we had,<\/p>\n
But we don’t have now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So he’s down to less than half his usual weight: can’t wait to see if I can see him; he’s a ghost of his former self, a skinny old withered old guy my brother in law, and I know he’s … Continue reading