You know what? I don't know how I would've gotten through my father's death, seeing him in the hospital like that. I try not to think about it; I'm not an emotional person. Wait, that's a fucking lie. I can be very passionate, but I'll hide and either have a freak-out or ill go to my special place by my favorite tree, Fagus grandifolia, my beautiful beech tree. I can see the house, and when the slider opens and I see my mother's head looking for me with that look. The no more wire hangers look.