A Visit to Dad
When I was four
dad died
Ten years later
mom and I
finally visited
the grave
When we couldn’t find it
I thought it was a sign
he had come back
to life
L’chaim
Sometimes I have dreams that he's alive
It’s crazy
I picture us sitting at the table
Eating dinner
Sharing stories
Am I laughing?
Hours later
we found the stone
The inscription read
"Stuart Satosky, Beloved Husband, Son, and Father"
“I wish you saw me grow up”
I said
“You’d be proud of the kids”
mom said.
“Proud of me”
I placed a gray rock on the monument
hugged the gravestone
and cried
I don't like to talk about things
When those gates are opened
they're hard to close
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