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Until then we’ll have to muddle through…somehow

This post–the one immediately following the Weekly Haul December 22, 2021 post–was supposed to be the Weekly Haul December 29, 2021 post. I went to the shop on Wednesday. I got new comics Wednesday.

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BUT…I was ALREADY going through the motions. Sick with worry over my Dad in the hospital. But he was in the hospital where they could give him fluids, ensure he (got) his meds, other stuff that Mom and I just were incapable of here at the house. She got to visit him Wednesday–she left minutes after I got back and I took the dog who haaaaates being apart from him. Or all of us at once.

We got a call from the hospital Wednesday night…

We rushed to the hospital.

I don’t know HOW long what I saw in those couple hours will be with me. Very often when I close my eyes and/or lose focus, I’m back in that hospital room, seeing what I saw. Experienced what I experienced. Or worse, I’m in the hall with the flurry of medical professionals rush into the room. I’m seeing what they would not have wanted me to see.

What no one should have to see.

And this scene..these scenes…from Superman: New Krypton Special #1 that were moving and hit me hard in 2008 at even the CONSIDERATION of the thing, albeit (then) being FICTION…these are now all too real.

For me.

Except I don’t have a Lois.

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Whether he knew I was there, or heard me, or heard Mom…

I got to say goodbye.

I was holding his hand.


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Once upon a time, I could only "imagine."

Now I know.

Now…I understand.

And will have to muddle through.

SOMEhow.

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