The Ghost of My Father

Unresolved issues wander aimlessly through my thoughts

Photo by Sigurdur Fjalar Jonsson on Unsplash

My father and I were strangers to one another all of his life. In the last few months before he died, we became wary friends. I am unsure why he suddenly noticed me when he was 66 years old. Perhaps he felt his mortality?

My mind holds an empty landscape where memories of my father should be. I listen to…