At some point on Wednesday, I was left alone to watch over my dad while my mom ran some errands.
It was the last day my dad was communicative, but I wouldn’t know it that at the time. I thought maybe he could join me in some Christmas carols by squeezing my hand in rhythm of the songs. It was a tall order, but I wanted to give it a semblance of a college try. Of course, he didn’t squeeze back as I murdered my way through "Jingle Bells" and "Silent Night".
At the end of that mini-recital, I asked him if I was out of tune.
He squeezed my hand in confirmation.
That was the last thing my dad said to me.
I think it’s pretty damn funny.