When I look in the mirror, I see my dad staring back at me. It's a moment in time we think will never overtake us, and when it does we wonder where the kid in the mirror went. In this case he disappeared with the beard!
So happy to find you here. Oh, I have a grudge that I wish I could get rid of with a shave. Funny how time will take some of it away but it still creeps back out of the crevices of our minds. Enjoyed your story.
Really enjoyed this. I've written a bit about my dealing with growing older. Into my body and face. Looking more and more like the parent I am the most distant from.
And it's funny, the vehicles we choose to carry our grudges. The worse being generational. The kind I've seen via some of my husband's side of the family. Such an oddity, secondhand grudges.
When I look in the mirror, I see my dad staring back at me. It's a moment in time we think will never overtake us, and when it does we wonder where the kid in the mirror went. In this case he disappeared with the beard!
This was gorgeous, Justin. Brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing this today. 💛
Very artful prose, particularly the last paragraph. Well done!
I imagine many of us have shared a similar feeling of regret when contemplating how we've treated those we've lost. Poignant and touching!
Nicely done Justin, a gentle reminder that you don't have unlimited time to come to terms with your loved ones.
Powerful story, Justin, every word in its perfect place. So much backstory hinted at fully in few words. Well done!
My late father had a beard.
So does my husband.
Poignant is the word that comes to mind to describe this one. Beautiful piece, Justin, and a great reminder of how precious time is.
So happy to find you here. Oh, I have a grudge that I wish I could get rid of with a shave. Funny how time will take some of it away but it still creeps back out of the crevices of our minds. Enjoyed your story.
Hatred and resentment are heart cancer. Better to let them go. Like the beard.
Good story the second reading also. 🤓
So much emotion in such a small space. Nicely done!
Really enjoyed this. I've written a bit about my dealing with growing older. Into my body and face. Looking more and more like the parent I am the most distant from.
And it's funny, the vehicles we choose to carry our grudges. The worse being generational. The kind I've seen via some of my husband's side of the family. Such an oddity, secondhand grudges.
"On the day he went home from the hospital, his father carried him out alone."
"It was a choice after all."
"It was too late to take it all back."
This is beautiful stuff, Justin. We do not need any more details. It is all here. And we can understand it any way we want. Thank you!