my dad died before I was born. I can say I know him better now than I did when he was alive.
there are photographs. some of his clothes and shoes are still in my mom’s bedroom closet. we have his bottle of aftershave and little things he collected, like old metro and transit tokens and beautiful seashells from Brighton Beach.
most of all, the stories: my mom tells me about how they met, what he was like, and how excited he was about becoming a father.
I feel like if I were to ask my dad how sad he was about dying, the knowledge that I am nearer to him now and know him better now would make his passing easier in his own mind.
this song is called dollar tree. it’s one of the ways that I will keep him alive.
doLLaR tREE what if I met you in the dollar tree store/what if I met you in subway air/could you be here in/a tunnel of the underground/if it’s not here, then/you’re coming/if you’ve never seen me, then you will/if you don’t know I’m there,/then both of us are riding somewhere/you better be there
(for my friends outside the US and Canada, dollar tree is a discount variety store)

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