As the beginning of my turn to
walk for eternity.
The first thing I caught was
my father.
Of how I ignored, hated, or forgotten him
Of how I ran, hid, and struck myself
I was not prepared for this,
A long walk.
As i walk through darkness,
I am starting to recall the memories of me.
Of how he would embarrass me at school,
with his hand gestures and movement.
After a moment,
that faded as well as others too.
A long walk it was,
but I could not wait,
I would only walk.
As I reached my destination, something tugged at me.
I glared at bits of light, as if the light had pulled me.
I slowly walked to it.
Just like a dream, everything dissolved.
I found myself staring at a hospital ceiling.
And just like a father, he held my hand and died for me.
He was more than a father, true, he was a true father, a true father.
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