Part of an email I wrote to my sister today about something I heard on a Radio Lab podcast
“…Well the father and son were talking about how they thought it was important that someone be with you when you die — as you die, so you don’t have to go into that oblivion alone. And the son asked the dad if he wanted him to be there when he was dying. And the dad said he wasn’t sure because he wasn’t at that point yet, but he thinks so. He said, he just wants someone he loves to be there, “to be soft with me.”
And he repeated it. “Be soft with me.”
It made me cry. Don’t you know exactly how that is? It’s such a great sentence. It’s full and heavy even though it’s so small. I want to make it a poem.
That is a beautiful sentence.
