Tom let me hold onto this for a while longer. he told me it was one thing, a thing he’d most remembered about his dad when he was little.
home for a few hours to try to work, sort things out before going back to mom’s.
another place to consider whether or not in fact there might
about
before we buried my father's ashes, his wife told us that we might want to bury something along with the wooden box. people appeared to be considering this seriously.
hmm, I thought. hmm.
on the back of one of my business cards i wrote there might be cake.
on the one hand, this is ludicrous. i don’t even know how much my father liked cake. i don’t think he had a belief in an afterlife, and yet it seemed important, just in case. to send him off with a note of something hopeful. a good maybe.
now, months later, he's still dead and I still wonder.
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