Dead Dads Club
They’re everywhere. They’re everywhere now. They’re in my DMs, knocking on the door, taking over the TV. They bring McDonalds. They bring jokes. Marianne has decided we should watch About Time and god, the pain was once so sweet to grieve what I still held in my hands. Gabe calls it dead dads club, after Cristina’s monologue in Grey’s Anatomy. Aamina calls it something only we know. Katie says the McDonald’s helped, seriously. Me and Marianne chew in front of the television, quarantined from our mother, and think about 79 cent hamburgers on the Strip, Tuesday special, and how he’d order a pile of them in a greasy bag. For leftovers, he’d say, though we’d eat them all every single time. I’m vicious, ravenous. I judge all my friends who still have dads, I judge the dads in my mind, they always come out unworthy. I throttle them one by one for daring to live longer than mine.
Moving reflection. I am so sorry. Agree...it is so not fair. He was an incredible man and good friend.
Beautiful piece, Claire. I hate being a member of this club ... 💔