“I sense—he wishes to bequeath... a gift. He cannot rest
until he has passed it on,” said the medicine man discerning my father’s picture.
Flustered, Brother said, “But—if neither of us wants to accept it...”
“Give him this to drink for a week, and observe.”
One week after the visit to old-man Tasyo, on his deathbed, Father laboured. He gasped, trying to expel something. Finally, with a sudden retch spewed what seemed like a clump of mud. Then as if a burden lifted, his face lightened. Soon after Father’s last breath, the wind sighed as a tiny white butterfly emerged.
until he has passed it on,” said the medicine man discerning my father’s picture.
Flustered, Brother said, “But—if neither of us wants to accept it...”
“Give him this to drink for a week, and observe.”
One week after the visit to old-man Tasyo, on his deathbed, Father laboured. He gasped, trying to expel something. Finally, with a sudden retch spewed what seemed like a clump of mud. Then as if a burden lifted, his face lightened. Soon after Father’s last breath, the wind sighed as a tiny white butterfly emerged.
