Michael Anthony

My last goodbye

It was the end of February, it had been a hard winter, and I could see the end of life lingering in his eyes. In the past year I have formed a relationship with an elderly man. A father son relationship would be a fitting description. His name is David, he is in his late 80s, and he lived in a small yellow house at the end of my street. I would describe his appearance as weathered, the valleys in his skin suggest his life has not been easy. He is the last survivor of his family and the toll of goodbye has marred him. He is a survivor though, still intact but in need of help. That's where I come in.