Dad's Last View

I'm at the assisted-living place, waiting for the Reno-Sparks Gospel Mission truck to pick up the last of Dad's furniture. They gave me a six-hour window, and so far I've been here three and a half.

I've gotten a bit of work done, but it's hard to concentrate. This was the last place where we had any hope that Dad might be happy, and while I want to be here to see everything through to the end, being here also makes me sad.

Dad liked his view of the mountains. He preferred his view in Ocean Springs MS, where his apartment windows looked out over the Gulf of Mexico, but this was a respectable second.

I just wish he'd had longer to enjoy it. He only lived in this apartment for a month.