Westinghouse Vocational School (2)

This past week has been weird. I found myself on more than one occasion reminding myself to go see how my father was doing. This past October marked the second anniversary of his death.  I couldn’t look at him lying in that coffin. That was a conscious choice. I wonder, if I had, would I now be having these very much alive thoughts of him?  Or would my thoughts be blunted by the stark reality of him lying there, not looking like himself. Who knows.  Well pops, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, you are clearly in my head. And it is nice to have an ‘alive’ vision of you outside of that box.




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