The day came that changed everything for me and I didn’t know how important of a day that it was until much later. Guess you never know how important something is until after all of the dust has settled down and you have a chance to look back.

That was the day my father died.

Strange that I had never felt any sadness. One day he was there and the next day he wasn’t. It wasn’t that I was happy about it. I guess you could say that I was just … numb. 

Well, at the funeral, all of the Elders came out and showed their respect. They talked about how great he was and all of these wonderful things that he did for everybody. How, in the middle of the night, he’d always solved their problems and never charged them more than they could afford. In their eyes, he was the kindest soul and incredibly generous. 

At that time, I admit that I was pretty confused and thought that they were idiots who couldn’t see the real person my father was. He was just a stubborn old man who didn’t let me do anything. 
He barely talked to me and preferred his books over me. He wasn’t the great saint that they made him out to be.

 

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