William T. Marcoum was a simple man. Easy going, a listener, and an avid teacher. In his later years he grew quieter and eventaully his lips stayed closed. After he died I, his only child, was given the chance to search his belongings. Being a working women in her early tewenties I figured I would do a quick sweep each day I had off for anything I may want.
The first day was hard. As I opened the door it squealed in pain from little greasing just like my father liked it. He always knew when someone came in unannouced. The lights were off, the hallway was cold, and everything had a small layer of dust. Two weeks without him and the house was already ageing. I held back tears as I took my first few steps without my fathers presence.
 redwhispers · Thu May 28, 2009 @ 06:33am · 1 Comments |
