“Big day huh? Well kid, you can be as big or as small as you want to be or imagine, but the day? Well, ya know, the days keep going no matter what. No matter what.”
A bigger fella, hat snug—sweat streaks rippling snowy horizon across the cherry cap. The cap he got on a whim at his annual fishing trip with his old man. “I’m not an old man,” he insists, his right hand continuing to gesture a fist pump while the exclamation’s echo finds a beat of pause, an unknowing, an empty space. The father loved to say what he was not. Who he could never see himself to be. A clown at friends’ parties, a pastor at family meals, he knew precisely how to crack a smile and thwack a nuance of wisdom about love. ~ —b.p.d. 10/19/21
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