Here’s Looking At You Kid
For a split second today, I saw my father’s face.
I saw it in my own reflection in the car window.
My hair is a bit shorter than it usually is and on a whim this morning, I trimmed up my face. Which lead us, by coincidence or cosmic coordination, to seeing eye to eye together for the first time in a long time.
I wonder, if they do look down at us from up there, if he’d be proud of me or utterly disappointed.
If kindness counted, which I hope it does, then I’d be in good shape.