revelatory spark

“What about my father? I have little to say.

He existed in memories. I knew of him, but I didn’t know him.

I remember the day they told me he passed away in the jail—I didn’t allow myself to absorb this information. It was easier to digest if he was only a fact.

Why’d he go in the first place? I never asked. Thought about asking, but…

Just recently, they told me that he died breaking up a fight. It’s the only thing I really know about him…  and I hold onto that. That insight created a small, revelatory spark that unlocked a picture of him in my mind. He’s looking towards the sky, lost in thought.

I see it before I fall asleep most nights.”

-m

October 15, 2020