Again, his life became a blur of disconnected events, one day seeming very much like the previous. XXX Shore, there’s no easy way to put this, so can I be blunt and straightforward?” the woman wanted to know. He accepted her pledge, not expecting it to happen, but strangely grateful if it were. It’s kind of ironic that for the sixty-something years I’ve been alive, no one gave a fuck, and now that the end is here, I’m being bombarded by people that say they care? It was all he could do to force an appreciative groan from his chest, but the delighted look on her face made the effort all worthwhile. But many of them were tears of loss. The days of the week no longer mattered. For the next few weeks, Rod lived out of his car. Leaning forward, the woman softly kissed the old man’s forehead, pressing her soft and warm lips to his wrinkled skin for what seemed like an eternity.
