A year later, to correct a slow heartbeat, he’d been casually outfitted with a pacemaker that kept his heart going until his life became a curse to him rather than a blessing. My father Jeffrey-a retired Wesleyan University professor who’d tossed me laughing into the air when I was a baby and taught me to read when I was four-had suffered a devastating stroke at the age of 79. But I had no idea how hard they were about to get. Things had been hard for my parents, who were then in their eighties and entering the last chapter of their long and vigorous lives. Writer(s): Ryan MillerLyrics powered by the fall of 2006, I found myself in a labyrinth without a map.įor five years, I’d been shuttling between my home in California and my parents’ house in Connecticut as a member of the “rollaboard generation”–the 24 million middle-aged sons and daughters who help care for aging and ailing parents and often, but never often enough, roll their suitcases on and off planes.
So tell me now if nothing ventured nothing gained Then why′ve I tried so goddamn hard just to swallow all this pain Nothing of the kind, put my money where my mouth is I'll take the stride I′ve lived a rough and rowdy life and all that that been said It feels like death warmed over me intent to kill I'm the fire to the fuel Like hell I've tried surely I′ve paid the price Prolonged the agony, pulling teeth to get it right Oh with good grace I can face this And oh I′ll wipe my slate no more fakin' And oh maybe with faith I can make it Cause I can′t take this anymore I've got one foot in the grave I′m off the mark to cheat my fate Well I've seen the fire, watched the ashes rise in smoke That′s all she wrote, I've lost control Like hell I've tried surely I′ve paid the price Prolonged the agony, pulling teeth to get it right Oh with good grace I can face this And ohh I′ll wipe my slate no more fakin' And oh maybe with faith I can make it Cause I can′t take this anymore
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