Letter from the lazy boy
Dear Dad,
I can see u sitting there. I come through the door, tired. You ask me how my day was, the conversation and questioning doesn’t last long. The lights go out and I’m in bed. This series of events, at the time, means nothing. Time passes but little has changed, I come home and the conversation starts and ends as usual. But tonight, as I lay in my bed. I can’t help but think about the day I come home, and your chair is empty. I can’t imagine anything changing. But I know it will, and I wonder what u thought of me each time I walked through that screen door. As I lay here, I cry, a simple and complex emotion that completely engulfs me. I realize that these are not meaningless events now. These moments are going to live with me forever, and shape my future. I can see myself coming through the door long after you are gone, sitting down in your old chair, and trying to see life as you saw it.
I can’t sleep now….. are you still up? The stairs moan and snap as I head down to see you…… The chair is empty, the lights are out………You have been sleeping for awhile now. I forgot to tell you something. It’s ok, I can tell you tommorrow. I love you.
