Yesterday commemorated my father death. I was there
at North Hollywood High Schoool jogging the track with him. Then we were
climbing the fence to return home when he fell off. He died pretty quickly. To
me, looking in his eyes he was just gone. And then in the coming weeks it felt
like he had never been. He was erased from my mental sphere as far as
presence. I therefore have this one nagging doubt in my mind about all our
hocus pocus called religious experience that if I could figure out I would have
faith but without it which leaves me bereft of true hope in all man's concocted
thought, and that doubt is this, will I die, and when I die will I die
completely like it seems my father did.
...(Of course his memory lives on in me and perhaps
his genes. He was a chef/restauranteur and I had never figured I would do that
when I was going to law school but when I flunked out it was the only thing to
do.)...
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