there might be cake

found

Amy and her husband have the two small bedside tables that my mom had had in her room in the ~~first~~ last house, when my dad lived there, and then after he didn’t, and then in the apartment after she moved.

this morning Amy told me that the drawer in one of them had been stuck, her husband had had to take it apart, pull it out, something or something and in doing so had found this father’s day card from my mom to my dad. from who knows when.

not unrelated: I’d once found a card he’d sent her. on it he’d written I love you. always made me cry. always, always, always.

also found, circa 2006?

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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