My father made it clear that I was the third on his list of three. Even on the day he died, I was the only one to grieve the least.
Enough to say no to his organ donning. Since I was the only one there.
My father’s death.
I remember telling him that he had had 10 good years.
I remember people he worked with that my brother’s wedding was too much.
I remember that my mom made him mow the yard around her shop on the day he died.
My mom killed my dad.
That’s about the sum of it.
For those of us without a dad because of our mom. . . this is not a good day.