Strange
the way things are sometimes.
Things
happen and need to be explained.
Some
things, we soon discover, never are.
Upon
returning home after a lifetime away,
my
son-in-law, having not seen me in years,
yells
out to me, “George!” which happens
to
be my deceased father’s name. There
was
a distinct resemblance he saw between
my
father and me. Of course, having been
away
and living in places where my father
had
never been, no one else ever made that
connection.
But upon returning home and
hearing
what my son-in-law saw in me,
I
was taken aback with the revelation, and
was
struck with the thought, Oh my God,
Dad,
look what you’ve done to me. It was
not
a bad thought, mind you. After all, I
had
always considered my dad as being a
pretty
good looking man. Carry on, Genes,
carry
on.
Chris
Hanch 11-26-19
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