on the corner to buy the morning paper became a major undertaking for him: one slow, wobbly step after another, separated by long pauses, as if he were trying to remember what came next. We were all baffled and frightened by the change--he more than anyone--and yet he refused to let anyone go for him. He wanted so desperately to keep to his usual routine, to keep living, to keep death away.from Los Angeles Times: Haiku for an ailing father
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