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Emma Love
When my dad Bruno went to the doctor, he saw something that didn't belong there. As we awaited the biopsy results, I had tears in my eyes. Where is Bruno? He celebrates life!
When I was little, we used to eat comfort toast at home. Comfort Toast is the invention of my dad, Bruno. Comfort toast is toast topped with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar (of course).
When Bruno and I had bad times in the past, we would raise a glass to comfort even if there was nothing to console us about. Instead, Bruno and I always celebrate life with a consoling toast.
Bruno is not only the best because he never forces me to eat broccoli, but he always finds it easy when I eat a chocolate bar instead of an apple schnitzel. I never understood why he always stressed out about my mother over this.
I'm sure the world is full of great fathers. Still, I can't imagine a father who was cooler, funnier, nicer, smarter, and more generous than me.
Then I realized Bruno wasn't immortal either
In any case, this super dad is now 69 years old. As healthy as a deer. Or so he thought. Until the doctor discovered something that didn't belong there during his annual checkup and he wanted to examine it more closely.
Bruno told me in passing. So it actually slipped away from him. He told me like he was telling me that my favorite toilet paper was on sale.
I, on the other hand, was completely freaked out. There are a thousand questions. Meanwhile, my mind went blank. Pure panic spread through me.
Is he dead?
He cannot die.
He cannot die.
Bruno is immortal.
Well, fuck it. Bruno is not immortal.
I burst into tears immediately. In the middle of the tram. Bruno tried to calm me down. I got off the bus at the next stop and immediately headed to my parents' place.
When we got there the atmosphere was completely relaxed. Bruno is the epitome of calm. My mother also believed that there was no point in panicking until we knew whether there was a reason to panic.
If only she could do that. If only he could do that. real. Cool. For both.
I can't do it. I'm sitting here and it shakes me once. I mentally prepared a speech for his funeral.
At his funeral he wanted mustard and herb salad
Bruno came out of the kitchen and placed a plate in front of me. Topped with two slices of comfort toast.
Cry next.
Bruno then suggests a drinking game. Whenever I feel like crying, I have to drink. Typical Bruno. One thing before death. But the main thing is to drink.
I laughed. He smiled. Mom laughed.
We drank, looked at old photo albums, talked, and sometimes we talked about death. I asked about her funeral wishes.
This idea is extremely bad. And then there was none. Of course Bruno wants a party. And no black clothes. If he died in the summer, he would want banquet benches, stovetop salads, and grills. And mustard from Sternen Grill in Bellevue.
If possible, my mom doesn't want any tam-tam. It's nice to have a small group. It's nice to have a good meal and toast to life instead of mourning death.
They had a great time chatting.
Two suites in a lifetime
It was past midnight when I got home. I am an emotionally confused person. So glad I have Bruno and Mum. So bad that at some point I stopped having them.
What if Bruno gets cancer? Transfer? He has to undergo chemotherapy and is no longer the same person? How do we do this together? Can we do it?
I cried myself to sleep.
The next day I booked a tour for Bruno and me. Spend a weekend in Hamburg. Just the two of us. one way or another. Even cancer. He will appear shortly before we fight him.
The next few days felt like living in a parallel universe. It was like I was wrapped in cotton wool. Everything was bland. Everything is far away. Nothing matters except Bruno.
Then finally the call came. The results of the biopsy are right there.
all is well.
All is well.
Two words.
Two of the best words this year.
So we are flying to Hamburg in two weeks, cancer free. This fact prompted Bruno to slightly adjust my hotel reservation. He converted two single rooms into two suites. We each had an 80 m2 room with our own spa and the best view in Hamburg.
Bruno said that life is like this. We could save some more time, he thought. We all know we can never save. It's like we've never had broccoli or apple slices.
Like we've always been happy.
I hope Bruno lives forever. Maybe he is. And mom. There are many others.
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