I'd imagined this moment, but never like this -- so simple, so bare, so quick. I should have planned a speech; it was happening too fast. I also felt I was holding something up, wasting time, that I should get this over, get on with my life, let these others get on with theirs. I never could stand to wait for anyone, now everyone was waiting for me. Everything there was to be done for him had been done, all but this last thing. And I didn't know how to do it. I thought, maybe I should have stayed home. Then I wouldn't have had to worry about how to say goodbye to my father -- I just wouldn't say goodbye.
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