Last Catch

Last Catch.

I often wonder if he knew the marriage wouldn’t last?

If he did, I bet he didn’t know they’d do it again; twice as fast.

Did he know I’d be his only son?

Probably not, but I’m sure he had some close ones.

Did he think I was too young to remember the toxic home we had?

I wasn’t.

Maybe he thought I’d forget the other relationships too.

I didn’t, those were just as toxic and he knows that’s true.

Did he have any idea how much it hurt to hear another boy call him Dad?

At 49 I’m still not sure if I was sad or simply mad.

Was it just a reaction to physically hurt me when I was 14 or was that really who he was?

As a Father today I couldn’t imagine and I’m glad I lead with love.

We never did any real father son days.

Instead we did; “sure we can do that…not today, but somedays”

I drove past a park yesterday and realized something so nostalgic.

This park was the one time we played catch together…and I wondered, if he knew it would be the last time…would he have changed?

I doubt it.

⚾️ True Story…that place is Mt. Pleasant Park.

Last Catch.