“I had to stay late for work and I got a phone call that my dad collapsed. I ran to the bus stop. I scrunched into a window seat next to an old lady. I stared out the window wishing the traffic would disappear and I could get there in time to save him.
I got another call, ‘You don’t need to hurry… he’s already dead.’
I stared out the window the rest of the way, vision blurry, mind racing. It was the worst bus ride of all time.
I had a complicated relationship with my dad, which made for complicated feelings when he died. They say a person is never the same after their father dies. It’s like a biological switch flips and everything is different. I think that’s true. A different man got off that bus than the one who got on it.”
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