Hi Dad By Teak Kilmer Sometime in 2002 Did your dying start when your dad died and your mother wanted to die and you asked “Don’t you even want to live for us, mom?” and you were eight , and the youngest and her favorite and she said “No, Thalas... not even for you!” I was glad, mostly, but scared when you died but dumbstruck that there were nausea and trembling where fond memories and joy might have been What a chance we missed We could have fished together but you took the Chesterfields and Jim Beam instead of me into that wood smelling lake rhythmed, oar driven row boat We could have played ball, taken walks talked about our lives; you could have parented but you spent your nights mated t...
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