What is left?,
I asked myself after receiving a call from my older brother that our father had passed away. I wasn’t surprised at the news, in fact I anticipated it even though I didn’t know his current health nor did I know his exact age as I haven’t communicated with him in over twenty years. What confounded me was that I didn’t really know how to act when receiving the news. This man who sired three sons, impressed upon them in varying degrees his own frequently violent emotional deficiencies. I can’t speak to what specific impact to my other siblings this has had but for me, I have carried the ghost of my childhood for all of my life.