Some things are
just too painful to think about let alone write about. I woke last night
thinking about my friend whose father just died from the nasty virus that’s
going around. A life cut off too soon. Then of course, I stayed awake thinking
of my own father who died when he was 63 and I was 27. My friend didn’t get to
say goodbye to her father, neither did I.
That pain just
never goes away. I’d like to tell her that it does, but it stays there in the
background and seeps into our being. Unless you put the pain in a closet and
never open the door. I didn’t expect that door to open last night, in the
darkness. I didn’t even have a book to read to get me out of the incessant
thinking about how it was those so many years ago and how I had wish it had
been.
I wish I had a
photograph to post of my father. He was quite a handsome fellow. But all my
photos of him, the few that I have, are somewhere in my daughter’s garage and
who knows when I’ll see them next.
The best I can post
is a photo of my brother and I at Christmas when we were young and my father
and mother were still married.
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