My dad has been gone so long now – I think I’ve now lived the majority of my life without him.
It’s funny – I don’t miss him much any more, but sometimes I just remember him with his dark brown square glasses frames and his checked shirts (the yellow and brown and white one, or the blue one) and his receding hairline and what was left of his hair straight back – just remember, out of nowhere, as if I’d seen him just yesterday.
It’s more than 25 years now. It is strange how the mind works. Because other days I can’t remember him much at all, just this dim figure. Today I am remembering him clearly – these ghosts seem to come and go in my mind, each coming forward to take their turn. Being the second hoariest of my ghosts, he doesn’t get his turn as often as the others.


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