I am 1/3 Musketeer
I am ⅓ Musketeer
First week of May 2011,
we go to pick up my dad from Chicago
I was 8 years old
Waited about two hours, never did he come
Then came what I thought was a harmless sleepover
Nope. Just a day extra before someone had to break the news
Break the news nobody wanted to hear
You may think that my parents got a divorce, think again
My dad left us? Try one more time
“He passed away”
My dad, my father
At first the words float around in your mind
And then you say
“Mom, you’re kidding right, you can not kid about things like that”
At Least you hope she is kidding
She shakes her head
How did I feel?
The words sting
Then they repeat
They repeat as if the world was mocking you
Then the tears slowly run down your face
The words still repeating
The tears are still going
The mindset is a horrible place to be
Denial
No, no dad is just playing hide and seek, a very long version
Anger
How could you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this pain, this loss?
Depression
I did not go to school for a week
Bargaining
Please give him back, I will do anything
Then acceptance
Reality finally slaps you in the face
Throughout those “steps”, or through the passageway to get to acceptance
I was proud
I was proud of my mom for being a single parent and fighting through the challenges
I am proud of being me
And I am proud of my brother
When my friends find out they say
“I did not know your life was so sad”
After 5 ½ years you learn
It is only sad from the viewpoints you’re looking from
Maybe my life is sad from time to time
But what keeps me together
My family
You can go look up family in the dictionary, go ahead
All your going to get is people related to common ancestor
or
a group consisting of parents and children
But the true meaning of family
Individuals who have special meaning to each other
We are the 3 musketeers
And I am ⅓
Part of being part of the 3 musketeers
Is missing the 4th one
But we are the 3 musketeers
And I am ⅓