Just a Memory

For a brief moment, I remembered the feeling of having my dad in my life.

And only now can I see just how much everything has really changed.

Spiritual Damage

According to my therapist, I am a very spiritually damaged person.

It all started when I said there was no way to reach him anymore.  Like an invisible, impenetrable barrier that death pulled him through.  No matter how hard I beg, cry, or fight against it, nothing will change his fate.

I will be here.  All I have left of him now are memories, dreams, and the occasional note or label I find scrawled in his distinct handwriting hiding in the basement.

It was kind of like realizing that your legs are actually wooden pegs you've been hobbling on for a long, long time.

Arrrrrr mates.  A storm be brewin.