by DyingMan | Dec 10, 2018 | The Dying Man
My grandfather, second from the left in the back, immigrated from Odessa, Russia with his family in 1917 when he was seventeen years old. This was the period of time analogous to Fiddler on the Roof. I never spoke to him of it because I was too young to be interested,...
by DyingMan | Dec 9, 2018 | The Dying Man
J. W. called at eight-thirty. I had just opened my eyes. It was so perfectly timed it’s like I received a telepathic signal from across the universe. I answered just before my ring-tone of the Twisted Nerve whistle from Kill Bill would have...
by DyingMan | Dec 8, 2018 | The Dying Man
My brother-in-law, J, and his family left. Although he is physiologically, biologically my in-law, in reality he is my brother, or maybe more like a son given our age disparity, or let’s just say he’s a hybrid or crossover, like a SUV that has...
by DyingMan | Dec 7, 2018 | The Dying Man
There are two reasons to get a PET scan; one, if you have cancer and; two, if they think you might have cancer. Either way, it’s a serious business. I had never had one before and didn’t know what to expect. I found myself in a cubicle with a curtain; one...
by DyingMan | Dec 6, 2018 | The Dying Man
It’s 2:50 am, and I still can’t sleep. When I first thought that I might be dying, I had this urge to do something with that because the experience seemed valuable, that enhanced appreciation for common things I wrote about earlier. I thought that if I...
