"Fly me to the moon/ Let me sing among the stars/ Let me see what spring is like / on Jupiter and Mars" --Bart Howard, "In Other Words" I've wanted to pick up the phone and call my Dad for advice at least 20 times in the last few days. It's disorienting, realizing he's gone. Like being rear-ended. You're rolling along, living your day, noticing how a nimbus cloud looks so cool, so puffy and white around the edges and dark grey in the middle. Bam. You get hit from behind. What tha…? He's gone? Really? I can't call him? It's like, okay God. How about we get a reprieve on this death thing? I promise I'll never refer to Dad as Dory the fish again, even though Dory was, like I said, loveable.
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"Fly me to the moon/ Let me sing among the stars/ Let me see what spring is like / on Jupiter and Mars" --Bart Howard, "In Other Words" I've wanted to pick up the phone and call my Dad for advice at least 20 times in the last few days. It's disorienting, realizing he's gone. Like being rear-ended. You're rolling along, living your day, noticing how a nimbus cloud looks so cool, so puffy and white around the edges and dark grey in the middle. Bam. You get hit from behind. What tha…? He's gone? Really? I can't call him? It's like, okay God. How about we get a reprieve on this death thing? I promise I'll never refer to Dad as Dory the fish again, even though Dory was, like I said, loveable.