Plastic Music

I’m sorry you weren’t here for my father’s last days.

He needed more than me to ease him into the Promised Land. Although all was not lost during those fading months.

We finally made peace.

I know you always wondered how a father and son could come to hate each other as we two did – and how we could carry on that feud for so long.

Thinking back on it, I am amazed just how foolish a situation it was and how much hell we put the rest of the family through to maintain it.

But when I was younger, I considered the issue terribly important.