Closet picture

April 26, 2008

I am home right now, and I opened up my closet to find a picture of my dad that I had taped to a drawer. It actually seemed really bizarre. He looks extremely sick. I don’t ever remember thinking that he looked that sick, I mean I remember him getting weaker and less able to do things, but it happened so slowly. He was sick for three years, and that is not how I remember him at all. I remember that toward the end I started to take as many pictures of him as possible, but I never thought he looked different in them. Looking back, I must have wanted to collect as much of him as possible. We always knew that losing him was probable. I taped it to my drawer next to a Roxy sticker, like it was just another sticker, when really it is this awful picture of my Dad sick. I remember my Mom asking me to take it down when I was still in High School, apparently I wouldn’t, and six years later his little smiling bald head is still stuck to my drawer, next to that stupid pink Roxy sticker, weird.