After my father died in July of 1965,
I was in my parent’s ghost bedroom
Looking for nothing.
The beige furniture bureau
With a spotted mirror,
Showed a boney boy.
The green eyes stared back
As my hand felt
The top drawer slide open.
The envelope contents said,
“To be read after my death.”
I opened and read the letter.
My father said
Whatever money is left,
Please take an expensive vacation
With Gordon and Elyse
And do what I would do
If I had some extra money.
I know you’ll do wisely W
With the money.
It’s not much
But I tried.
Love,
Mickey
Guilt from sneaking
Forced me to lock up.
Years later
The unleashed memory
Asked my mom
If Dad wrote the letter
Because he knew
Of his impending death
She said it was written
Long before he had cancer
Not knowing he would die before his 40th birthday.
How sad
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