Standing there?" The child asked his father who entered the sea.
"Standing there?" The soldier asked the commander who was sorry.
"Standing there?" the man asked before we entered with himHis daughter for their love bed.
"Standing..." the old man snorted a moment before his heart stopped.
In the book you were a wonderful audience, infancy meets old age, starting with the memory of Grandma Deborah's milking stool, through wild youth, to aging during a plague, when in the midst of constant change, the childish, eternal look remains constant. We spent a year together in the songs, and finished a few days before you died. I hope you are standing there father, where you are not.