fathers and sons

“there’s me and you.”

my dad was referring to two men, one older than the other and both considerably older than we. the younger pushed the elder in a wheelchair to a nearby table.

i looked at them briefly and returned to my plate grinning.

we were at our usual breakfast place. i simultaneously enjoyed and cringed at the idea of having to take care of my father for that long.

but he didn’t live much longer after that comment. i never got to push him in a wheelchair to our usual breakfast place; never got to become an old man with him.

sometimes i catch myself in a mirror interacting with my son and i’ll think of him.

there’s me and you.

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