Dad

“Dad?” I said.

He didn’t say a word, just continued to smile at me despite being in obvious pain.

“Why?” I asked. “Why did you die? Why did you go away?”

His eyes dilated in pain and his body became covered with blood. He looked weak and frail. I wanted to touch him, but I felt paralyzed. So I just stood there. Bear lay down on the sand a few feet behind me, my personal protector. Only the sound of the waves rushing to the shore broke the dark night’s silence.

“So I would not interfere with your life, with your development, with you making progress in your life,” he said after a while.

I was stunned. “Can I help you, Dad?” I eventually asked. “Should I carry you to a better place?”

“Yes please, son. Would you please?” he replied, almost whispering.

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