Dad 2: The Twilight Time
My father is…for all intents and purposes, dead. He has Alzheimer’s and remembers nothing of his life or his children. But that’s okay. He spent thirty years telling the neighborhood what shit his kids were for leaving him, and my sister, my mother, and I got a nice, fat earful yesterday. Of course, this didn’t last long, for my sister has a propensity to blurt our past sufferings to any poor sucker who will listen, and she wound up talking to the woman for an hour. This woman was my father’s…something…for the past 25 years. She wasn’t candid, but since he left her his house) or perhaps houses-- my grandmother’s is also in question at the moment, and according to the Winnebago County records, he has two assets we can’t see that will be going to this woman. They ought to go to my sister and her children. That’s our position. What gives us the right? “But you didn’t see the man for thirty years!” You may say. The man was a monstrosity. Have I gone into detail at any time, or ...
