Reserved... Just before Dad died he sent me to the lab ...

Reserved... Just before Dad died he sent me to the lab for blood work. I felt fine, so I was annoyed – two days before Christmas and my shopping wasn’t even finished! I don’t know why he arbitrarily had to pick tonight, I complained in the car, partly to break the silence between my brother and me. “It wasn’t arbitrary,” he snapped. “Dad marked it on his calendar a while ago.” We turned into the parking space marked with his name, never imagining we’d turn back years later to find exactly where the future had been cordoned off, our father’s name mounted on a plaque, rising into the air. ... published by Six Sentences