Wednesday, December 07, 2005

A Plea

I'm holding my breath for Don tonight, and Jo. They flew Don on Life-Flight to the Salt Lake City hospital at 6:00 a.m. this morning, after restarting his heart. Nobody's heard anything since. I can't imagine a world without Don. He pulls my hair and fixes my bike tires and cups his hand around his ear when I talk to him. He hides his banned cigarettes in the obliging pockets of his cargo pants, and his smiles are worth a thousand words. He never hugs, just claps you hard on the shoulder with a big paw. Oh God, let Don be okay. Jo needs him. I need him. Please don't take him away.

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