“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
He did his usual strut across the front lawn on both his legs – even the crooked one that appeared ready to snap in half.
I want to give lectures about what I was forced to call meals as a child and how we don’t get to choose what we want to eat. But, alas, I’m tired. So I plop the Eggos in the toaster and everyone enjoys their morning.
I knew what was coming. I think you do too. Her goodbye that day would be her final one.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
As I frantically tried to put his clothes back on, I repeated “No, no, no,” and “we don’t take our clothes off”.
If he suddenly stops tomorrow and begins sliding down the chute rather than climbing the ladder, I will still be proud to be his dad.
You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.
Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.
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