Sunday, June 20, 2010
Dear Empty Seat at the head of the table,
Happy Father's Day.
I know that you can't talk back, but if the occupant could, he would. He'd smile and say thank you and pretend that he likes the funny tie or pair of socks or the picture one of the kids drew.
I understand your seat is empty because he's dead, locked up, fighting a war to kill someone elses daddy, is too broke and embarrassed to come around, or just had his mind filled up with so much bullshit that he forgot how to love himself, and by extension, anyone else.
Yes, I know that a lot of grandfathers and uncles and stepdads try to fill your space. Even the mothers and women folk try this, but it's a strain for them to sit in two places at the same time, and most prefer not to play an endless game of musical chairs.
I know that substitutes in your spot isn't quite the same, but most people are good and do what needs to be done when they can, so try not to cry.
The world is not ready to throw you away, although there are people in it who would like to destroy you even though they lie and say otherwise about wanting "intact" families. They're really only talking about their group and their chair that sits at the head of their table. If they really meant what they said, they wouldn't make life so miserable and difficult to survive for your occupant.
Maybe one day, a son of the man who should enjoy your throne will avoid or escape the brutality of the world and keep you warm.
Until then, a good strategy is for families to use round tables. There are many reasons people do this anyway, such as preference of design, but one that's rarely discussed is it helps to not be constantly reminded of your missing occupant.
Anyway, I wish you a Happy Father's Day.
The loved ones left behind
Posted by Kit (Keep It Trill) at 9:00 AM