Every moment is a new beginning
Mom’s funeral was when I met him, not exactly the perfect meeting for anyone.
The introduction was awkward and uncomfortable. He wasn’t contacted, and no one expected him to be there. No one saw it coming, least of all me. And I, I was not prepared for any of it. I guess you could say that I was confused and startled by the whole episode that was about to play out in the turn of events.
I remember a man coming to visit me when I was growing up, but,somehow they always found a way to prevent me from seeing him. I even remember a certain time of year he would bring a big bag with him for me. But, I never got to see what was in it. On one occasion I got to the bag before it was taken away from me and that’s when I finally had the opportunity to ask the question.
Who was this man who came every year?
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