Bends my mind

THE WEIGHT OF MY FATHER'S SOUL

  by Charles Deemer

(originally published in Oregon Magazine)
 

        If I didn't know better, I would have concluded that
I'd just watched my father's soul leave his body. Of
course, this possibility did not occur to me at the
time; Dad was still about thirty seconds from falling
dead. At the moment, on this fall day in New Jersey,
where outside the leaves were brilliantly colored in
their own ritual journey toward death, Dad was still
standing on the scale in the kitchen.
        "Chick, you've gained some weight," his cousin Gubby
said.
        Then the scale suddenly registered zero. 

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