Dad

It's hard to remember a long life.

It's hard to think back to years and years of stuff

My sister says "I can't remember that day!  

How can you remember something that happened

So long ago!"

And my brother says "Dad used to tell the weirdest jokes.

I never could tell whether they were funny

or just crude and tasteless"

This would get us all talking over top of each other

about our Dad

Nothing would get us going more than talking about our Dad

Lots of feelings there - sadness, guilt, hilarity, love, anger - 

I can still see him at the door 

Watching my Mom hugging us all - the laughter and smiles - 

And us watching him watching us with that comforting smile

His hands in his pockets.