I wrote my meta-memoir in Real Time. The dates above. Long before the ending, I knew I would stop on the last day of August. Four years later, my father died on the first day of September. Recently, I took some photos of my face off of a copier at Kinko's. The one by itself, so I'm told, is the one that makes everybody think of my dad.
Four years ago tonight, it rained and winds knocked everything anywhere it could be knocked, power was on sporadically. At 7:00AM, we wheeled my father through the grass and took him for his final CT scan and other procedures. After all that had happened since 2013, he was diagnosed with Stage 3 Esophageal Cancer. He died at home on September 1st 2014