My father is dead. He has been dead seventeen years, ten months and six days. Yesterday was his birthday. He was sixty-nine when he died — the same age as David Bowie and Alan Rickman. Remembering my father I went in the basement to look for photographs of my father. Evidence of his life. On …
Memories of my father
Sending a balloon to my dad in Heaven for one dollar and fifteen cents, plus tax
A balloon filled with helium costs one dollar, plus tax, at the party store. For an extra fifteen cents, for ultra high-float, the balloon will stay in the air twenty-four hours instead of eight hours. The extra sixteen hours should help it get to my dad in Heaven before it deflates. A …
Searching for my father
Tonight, in a movie I watched, a women threw her fathers ashes into the Pacific Ocean. And it made me think. Where are my father's ashes? I think my step-mother has my father's ashes. A few days before he died, she offered to split them with me and my brother. But we declined. I don't know …
