What bothers me the most...
… is not that I haven’t seen nor heard from him in 25 years
… nor that the way he unceremoniously reappeared in my life is through a letter sent to my place of employment regarding my apparent relationship to “the decedent”
… nor that I’ve since found out in an almost equally unceremonious fashion that he died by a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head (although that’s been good for a few nightmares)
… nor that the past won’t stay put where it belongs.
To be honest, I can’t quite put my finger on what bothers me the most about all of this. But I hope I work it out soon and move on. I think I will. But just when I think I have, I’m caught off guard.
What a week….
