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Teen Ink Magazine, June 2003: Focus: Fathers
To steady my shaking hands, I
pressed my palms against the countertop. I avoided my own reflection, closed my
watery eyes, and reminded myself to breathe.
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He said he'd had two jobs to supervise that morning, one in the
World Trade Center and one at an apartment complex on the other side of the city.
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If the truck had been an automatic, I would have caught on
quicker. At first, I felt like a baby learning to walk.
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My dad did things that people thought
impossible those last few weeks of his life.
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I am an only child, but our house is never quiet because Dad
fills it with excitement. At times, he is like a big brother.
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My
dad's looks are unassuming. His shoulders hunch so far forward that he looks a
good two inches shorter than his 6'1" frame, his hair has deserted him
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I was trying so hard not to lose control, but the sobs still
escaped and made me feel helpless.
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I awoke that
Saturday morning and knew something was out of place.
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Six years ago, I would never have believed
that one of my lifelong hobbies would put me in a coma. Now I dream of
when riding my horse was so easy.
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We
drove out to the corner of creation
where your mother was
born.
Standing about, the rest of us were attacked
by insects and
sunshine
but you by memories.
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