It was a good the UH interview happened when it did. Any calls for me now would be to Jerry’s disconnected number. I had the UH job. That would suffice. I’d neither the energy nor inclination to call the DOE or any private schools to which I’d applied.
My dad’s funeral was. If I’d not been there it would not have been. It was odd, sitting alone. Silence. A figure who’s not the person you knew. I stood a couple times and walked to the coffin. The view was always the same. A stranger.
Near the end, Lieutenant Chan walked in. He nodded and went to the casket, bowed his head.
He came and sat by me. “I’m sorry, Lanning, for your loss.”
I’d felt nothing until now. I began to cry. Fortunately, the mortuary had given me a box of Kleenex.
I blew my nose. “Thanks for coming, David. I appreciate it.”
He patted me on the back. “No problem, Lanning, I’m glad to support you in this time.”
“Not to pry,” I said, “but were you praying just now?”
“I, well, yes, yes, I was.”
“I’m Lutheran,” I said. “How about you?”
“Well, I was raised Methodist, sort of. I stopped going to church when I was young. My folks, I think, wanted to give me a taste, and if it took, well, I could stick with it. I didn’t.”
“Why were you praying?”
Chan said, “I pray, well, because. I believe there’s a place I’ll go to where I’ll see my wife and daughter again.”
He closed his eyes. I’d led him to a place I was sorry I had. I changed the subject.
“David.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Anything more about the Saga.”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, yes. Twelve crew members. Executed. One shot in the back of the head.”
“I can’t think it would be anyone else.”
“Do you think Gi’s still hunting for my dad?”
Chan laughed. “No rest for the wicked, right?”
Indeed. With no obituary notice, I hoped she’d search frantically for a long time.
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Aloha #WriterSunday, I hope you are enjoying a safe and healthful weekend. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )