written while disappearing into a camping trip.
so my mom died in january
& i didn’t find out until march
& now her funeral is scheduled for next week.
though i vowed not to go to her funeral should she die, i am going. me, the minions, & the dad are trekking down to texas.
this “poem” is a string of things said between my mom & me. not really a conversation. i’m not sure we ever actually had a conversation.
in accepting that i am awesome, i have to highly recommend my awesome, hand drawn, experimental comic for you to read.
almost one year exactly
after the death of my father
i found out
about the death of my mother
though she had been dead
now i am
embarrassed to be
i was weird
of the way
of my being
to his own
to be my dad
that i wanted to be
he tried to convince me
of the mistake
he did not believe
i could possibly
i would be a failure
a man who did not
show his hand
who kept so much
he could not bother
i was to give a speech at my high school graduation because i was the salutatorian of my class.
my dad did not want to go to my graduation because he was sure i would embarrass him.
on my perfect little sister’s wedding day, i was put in the uncomfortable position of being her maid of honor. my dad’s words to me?
“don’t embarrass your sister on her day.”
he told me i would regret following my dreams. he told me that no one actually follows their dreams. he told me i had to be practical.
spent so much time pushing me down.
when i eloped with a stranger (because i just wanted to believe that someone could really love me,) he said, “you’re not my problem anymore.”
now that he’s dead
i can say that right back to him.
thanks to edward gorey for this illustration inspiration
i could tell “worse” stories about my dad. about his alcoholism and his violent temper & how terrifying my childhood was…but the weird thing is, though that stuff was terrifying…it didn’t hurt nearly as much as living a life knowing what he thought of me.