tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post7984849268488178251..comments2023-06-17T08:23:12.062-05:00Comments on Through One Dad's Eye: Transitions: Chairs, Books, and a Call from HospiceBrian H. Gillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-83255071506706571252008-06-11T13:42:00.000-05:002008-06-11T13:42:00.000-05:00Brigid, >think I meant to write this: "It's a fasc...Brigid, <BR/><BR/>>< Ouch. You're right, I'm emotional about this. Also, it was late. I <B>think</B> I meant to write this: <BR/><BR/>"It's a fascinating exercise: I haven't done this much reading and evaluation of "literature" in quite a while. It's also rather sad. My father and I have very similar interests, although he's been more informed about Rome, where I've become better versed in some technical subjects." <BR/><BR/>That "his lungs aren't able" bit was probably a mis-handled deletion from a later paragraph. <BR/><BR/>And yes, I wish Grandpa was feeling better. Although, considering the circumstances, 'it could be worse.'Brian H. Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-45608759366020014222008-06-11T12:58:00.000-05:002008-06-11T12:58:00.000-05:00I can tell you're really emotional about this. Und...I can tell you're really emotional about this. Under normal circumstances you'd never let a sentence like this pass the gates:<BR/><BR/>"It's a fascinating exercise: I haven't done this much reading and evaluation of his lungs aren't able "literature" in quite a while."<BR/><BR/>I wish Grandpa was feeling better.Brigidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03796317915330760325noreply@blogger.com