He Looks Old

Thoughts upon facing my father’s death

Ellie Scott
Dec 5, 2019 · 2 min read

I put my hand on Dad’s arm and get close to his face and I think, God, he looks old. He looks like Grandad.

His skin is too thin. Not papery — not that frail— but like the corners of a paperback that have been crumpled up and smoothed out one time too many. Each crease seems to be etched deeper than it was just twenty minutes ago. When the blood was…