A Reconciliation with Society’s Monster

A Remembrance of My Father

My father and I during the holidays.

As he lay there on the sterile stainless-steel table, I looked down to examine him one final time. After years of not seeing him, my father was here in front of me. This was also the first time I had physically looked down on him. He was always, based on stature and presence, one to be looked up to.