The woman at the counter asked,
“What is your father’s name?”
“He passed away nearly 30 years ago,”
I explained.
I am 50.
People do not often ask
my father’s name these days.
He’s been gone so long.
“We still need it,” she insisted.
I stood there, blinking at her.
She finally looked up from her screen.
“In case we have to fill out your death certificate.”
I looked down at my hand, swollen, red, purple.
Infected. Bad.
I looked back at the woman, blinked again.
She was impatient.
“Louis. His name was Louis.”
He died on a Saturday.
He was 55.
He had not been expecting
to die that day.
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WOW! Very amazing work!!