My dad had this way of sharing things intimate and special, but avuncular fashion. So close, but so far away.
I told him Kate was leaving me.
He put his hand on my knee and said, "No one gets out alive and we all die alone." He gave my knee a pat as he stood. He paused at the doorway and nodded at me, shaking his head a little, with a smile. He gave me the best advice he could. He gave me a doorway to another point of view, that made me laugh and cry.
Sitting in the seat of the history of my life, my parents living room, I dream of a future with Kate. I dream of making dreams come true.
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