Seems like that morning I got the call, my life has changed. It’s a strange feeling to realize, like so many have that I have no parents. Since then, I’ve been grateful to be busy and I have. It’s an honor to help settle my families affairs. Other than my name, its the last physical service I can do to honor them. I’m proud to say I’ve done it right and they’d be proud.
There was only one thing I really wanted from what’s left. Is my fathers chair. Remember Archie bunker? he had his chair, and so did my old man. I’ve known that chair since I was a kid. He watched his kids open Christmas presents, counciled us, scolded us and watched us play from that chair. It’s in my man cave now, and it means a lot. Mom bought well. I’ll pass it down to my kids.