I brought the catalog with me to the show. My dear friend who gave me Frida (for the sum of $1) was there, and I wanted her to see it.
The catalog had a pocket in the back cover. I found a folded piece of paper there. I took it out, unfolded it, and saw my father's handwriting:
It's been a rough time for you, I know, and I'm sending you a little something to help you along. There is more where that came from, as you know, and you only need to ask.
Your mother and I are proud of you.
DadI had to turn away, a hand to my eyes. I had not expected to find that. I remembered that terrible time, the economy at a halt, layoffs, no one hiring... I remembered a lot of things. Sternness when necessary, always there, always reliable. Strike him as I might, he always rang true. Perhaps the best gift I ever received.
I was remembering him just now, listening to this song:
The words to the second verse always speak to me:
If heaven was a town, it would be my town
Oh - on a summer day in 1985
And everything I wanted was out there waitin'
And everyone I loved was still alive
I thought of them as I folded the note and put it back in the pocket. Often, what was never dies, but still is...
|We always loved fireflies|