Published in CST Online
Author Liz Giuffre
The afternoon before my Dad died I was at the house with my kids. There was a blackout – we’d noticed because the iPad and computers stalled – but Dad hadn’t moved. There he still sat in his chair, dozing/glancing/dozing in front of the TV. “Dad, has the TV gone off”? I asked? “Oh yeah, I guess so”, he said with a smile.