Sad anniversary. →
It's ten years today since my father died. I've been prone to small bouts of tears all day. It was a long, hard, hot day at work, too, with crowded classes of overheated, restless kids, and on the last leg of my long commute, walking home from the train, I watched a young father play a game with his little girl, pointing out each approaching gas valve in the sidewalk, to which she ran with glee. "Anything to keep the forward motion going," he laughed. At intersections, he stretched out his arm in mock I-can't-reach-you and took her hand to cross. When I got to my door, I burst into tears.
I wish I had a cigar-scented yahrzheit candle to light.