My Father, Part Five

George F. Walker, one of Canada’s most prolific and popular playwrights, pens an elegy to his father in seven part. Esoterica will syndicate one part each day leading up to Father’s Day.

By George F. Walker,

A call from my sister.

“Dad’s dead.”

Then silence.

Except maybe she was sniffling.

“Are you okay?”

“He died alone.”

Well I’m sure his mother was still there. I didn’t actually say that. But I thought it. Because he’d been seeing her at the foot of his bed for the last couple of days.

“Mum was tired. We were all tired, so we left.”

“You all l…