I often miss the nights I would spend with my dad looking through Where’s Waldo books or playing chess. Other nights, he would get me to walk around the floor of the hospital.
Before he left, he would get me a shake or whatever he could find in the fridge.
Maybe if I wouldn't have beat him at chess all the time, he would have played more. We watched Quantum Leap when we weren't playing.
Posted by Michael at April 10, 2004 07:28 AM