I am comfortable here wrapped in my sheets in the consolation of my bed, I am snuggly and not quite warm enough as the chill dances and brings the occasional shiver to my skin. There is an underlying taunt of a headache threatening to strike and leave me blinded and helpless in pain.
The father in-law of a client died a few days ago. He had lived a full long life, witnessed the birth of his three grandchildren, survived three heart attacks and nearly survived the fourth. While waiting to be checked out of the hospital he relapsed and passed away. I hope it was painless and relatively quick.
The information of this event started my thinking, not something too terribly difficult to evoke. I started to think about my father, his behavior and his impending mortality. My father has always had a wicked tongue and a deathly cool and C A L C U L A T E D side. Most people never got to know him beyond his well-tuned "B E D - S I D E . M A N N E R". "W H A T . A . L O V E L Y . M A N", they'd comment, "B R I L L I A N T", "P A T I E N T" these were the words that they used to describe him. That was the persona he had created for himself, a personality so different than the one inflicted on his family.
He had never been a physically V I O L E N T man, at least not of yet. Verbal and emotional abuses are his tools of choice and he had acquired such expertise in using these tools to his advantage. A manipulating and relatively paranoid man he lashed out on those people familiar to him; unlike wild animals that will attack in defensive of themselves to protect against predators.
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