My father

I spoke with my father, but there is always something unspoken. Never mind, that is how it is between fathers and sons. He said:

"I read something in the paper about the Patriots and how they've gone south. The columnist wrote that watching their decline is like watching your parents, day by day, become old and frail and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

He was impressed with the analogy. I was disturbed. Maybe he was, too, but gallows humor has its place. I laughed. Was he telling me to get my act together soon because he and my mother wouldn't be around much longer? Was he recalling his own experience of watching his parents fade from this world? Was there even an angle?

I doubt I'll ever know. I don't plan on finding out.

That is just the way of it.