Day 16 “Michael, Am I Dead?”

 

“Michael, am I dead?”

Came the words laced with a new sincerity,

Only reserved for the most profound questions.

I sat there for a moment,

As I pondered the state of mind that prompted the enquiry,

From the man lying in the hospital bed.

My father.

 

“No dad”, “you are not dead”

I AM here with you.

 

All is well.

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