Moving sale

It was late August something and the year was 2008.

My dad just had some major life changing epiphany and decided he'd leave us for something he thought would be amazing.

So, we all gathered as one giant family at his fond farewell and presented our case and begged him to stay, however he wanted none of that and went into silent mode for the rest of the day.

We even did a presentation of the pros and cons of staying versus leaving, but all he said was blah, blah, blah and stormed out the door with his suitcase in tow. Thump, thump, thump went his old wagon, as he drove it down the dead end road.

We chased him for 6 fathoms, but he went in a woody wagon for one last ride and we were running on unleaded shoe polish, with very little tread between the eight of us.

Noooooooooooooooo! Was heard for days in echoes off walls four feet thick and covered in cement and children's fingerprints.

He was long gone, like an old note, that shriveled up and faded over time.

And for many months, I would replay old messages he'd left on my phone, old moments that are now long gone, because updates and glitches pretty much suck!

Now, too many days have faded between then and now and like those days my memory struggles to put two coherent moments together, just so I can remember his smile.

He was gone for a moment and never returned.

Even in this technology free world, a moment, is only a moment, as long as you can still breathe life into it.

Otherwise that moment is just dust!

If I had one last hug, I'd give it to this man. One more, one last hug, before he was gone forever.

In hopes, I could steal him, away from the reaper!

William Henry Mills JR

9-5-2016