“If you say so”, Gpa replies.
Lately he’s been telling me that he is dead. I reply, “dead people don’t talk.”
It’s hard knowing that he knows, but it has opened the door to some good conversation.
When he tells me that he’s going to die tonight, I mention that we are going for a ride tomorrow, he’ll change his mind about dying. Yay!
I know that one day, he will die, the doctor says at least another year, so today we’ll go for a ride.
