Loss: A Path to Ascension
Part 3: Too Soon
Hatchlings
I remember, crystal clearly, my father confiding in me about his children, myself included, on the way to one of his last chemo treatments.
“You three couldn’t be more different.”
“Yah, I know, Dad. I think my brothers were hatched.”
My poor father. He was always the provider. The one with all of the answers. The one that we went to for guidance, suggestions, and support. The roles were now reversed.
My father was now seeing his children through the eyes of someone other than just their father.
Crosshairs
My middle brother, we’ll call him CJ, had a special relationship with my dad. They had things in common that I was never going to share with my father, like hunting. Growing up, my dad and my brother spent a lot of time on our deer lease in Texas. They traveled to other states in search of animals to kill that were not indigenous to our home state. By the time I got to high school, I had an impressive palate for wild game.
