aug 31, tuesday Today my Dad got some awful news from Lebanon..his oldest sister Rola died. He's quiet and somber and the worst part about it is, all the we want to do is make it better for him.. He's the Dad who always fixes our broken lives and we do not know where to begin to help him... He's downstairs watching family videos from our trip to Lebanon. Arabic fades in and out and the faces of cousins, aunts and unlces whisk by in the preserved memory of the tape.. Part of me wants to go back to those mements and just stay in Beirut...not leave. There'd be no 'next summer', no visit next Christmas...there'd only be political troubles and silly excuses and worries. I wish that I could give him the freedom he misses..the freedom he needs to go and to be who he wants to be ..to be with family that is so distant... a voice on the telpehone here and there and a preserved photograph capturing an essense that has long aged and passed.

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