Reflections on my Father

Only one piece of advice he ever gave me 

Short, and to the point: 

“Never get old, it sucks!” 

I chuckled at that one, 

“Okay, Dad, I’ll try not to.” 

Was my flippant response. 

His ashes have long blown away in the wind 

From where we deposited them 

At the base of some random evergreen tree 

In Mt. Rainier National Park,

He wouldn’t even allow us a gravestone 

To visit 

That man.

That was my father.