Patents are God to their children.
My dad was just like Jesus, he left and said he would
return.
After three days his side of the closet was empty, so he
was telling the truth. I just wish we had been home.
My sister called it A.D. from then on, for After Dad, and
gave up on him.
I stopped believing in Jesus when I was thirteen but
still thought he had said some good things.
I believed in my dad a lot longer and he never said
anything good.
He was like a set of house keys, always somewhere else
when you looked for him. And like keys, you would blame yourself until he
turned up. I was sure it was something I did wrong.
Now I’m old, on Sunday morning I listen when the radio
plays gospel music, but I don’t believe in the man they sing about. And now I’m
old, on Sunday night I listen when my dad calls, but I don’t believe the man he
tells me he is.
Turns out it was me that was a lot like Jesus, killing
myself for a distant dad’s approval.
We could never get close to our Farther.
