And in another lifetime you’d be here fixing Clara’s pants. You’re still here, but not. So I am fixing these pants, with your darning egg Dad let me take home with me a few trips ago. Saturdays are for fixing things that you didn’t have time or energy for during the week. I watched you do that.
Or… Saturdays we come to see you, you don’t know us but you seem to like to see Andy and the kids. I generally get a look like it pains you and I wonder if it’s a frustrated look, like “damn, I should know you but I don’t” kinda frustrated. That or “why did you put me here” or “why don’t you come to visit more often” or “God you were such an asshole kid” frustrated kinda look. I love you and you love me but this just isn’t our greatest moment. Ah, life.
I am also getting ready for Suni’s celebration of life. And I am glad you are not aware of this loss I am living, I know you would hurt for me because you always did. I get that now, by the way.
So, it’s Satuday. These are my thoughts.
The Beech House 