Or as a daughter. Merlin's courageous and sometimes ferocious writing reminds me that I deeply admire blank honesty and to redouble my own efforts. I'm glad he's ditched a book that wasn't his own and I'll buy the one he does publish.
As a dad, who also had a cancer-ridden father in a hospital bed that took up most of the living room, it's hard to not cry at work reading that story.
Fuck, I cried at work, just as a son who loves his father.
As a human being, it's hard not to be touched by that story.