Hammit To Dell (he said when he’d been drinking)

God

damn

it

Dad

you

had

no

business

dying.

7 Responses to “Hammit To Dell (he said when he’d been drinking)”

  1. None at all.

  2. Then I say, let’s bring him back, even if just for a moment, by looking for all the places and ways that he is still here with you. I bet he’d be willing to help. Gone is not allowed.

  3. clancyjane Says:

    Despaired for a moment, but even though the folks aren’t around, they’re around. You know?

    They appear. In dreams that feel like more than dreams. They leave things. Frogs. Rocks. Pennies. That GPS message. His watch resets itself and alarms at different times.

    I’m so thankful for all of that. I feel greedy to want more than that.
    But sometimes it’s unbearable not to go get coffee with them.

  4. I am jealous that you have had that kind of relationship. I have never had a coffee, or even a good time that I can remember. That doesn’t lessen your hurting, of course. But, in a way, can you see that your hurting is a beautiful thing?

  5. P.S. Interestingly, (or maybe I should say “in contrast”) my father was a Frank too.

    • clancyjane Says:

      Really. I could stand your parents on their heads sometimes.

      Things could have gone an entirely different way for us. He quit drinking, asked for forgiveness, and I forgave.

      One thing for certain: those Franks are a lot of trouble. 🙂

  6. ida allis Says:

    what in the ham sell do you think he will think about this post? “what mell of a hess have I created now?! ” Sometimes, I can’t remember the regular conversations, but I can remember these sorts of words!

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