I thought that having a baby around the house might be . . . fun. However, I realize now that I had grossly overlooked a few details – babies cry and crap. Fern, looking rather chipper this morning, informed me that she was use to this – the crying, I mean.
Besides, she said. It’s only been about 60 years since you were doing the same thing.
That said, I shot her a nasty glare. The effort I put behind that glare wasn’t really necessary as I looked enough like shit from the hours of sleep I missed, listening to that little demon wail.
Besides that, having that new little life around the house is alright. I mean, it takes all of our minds off of things. Ash gives us new hope. Ugly hope, but hope nonetheless.
But, you know, I can’t help thinking that if my father could have just lived a little longer. Just a little longer . . .
Two more days.