THE DRRAM: I had been having some disagreements with my mum and siblings, barely speaking to anyone or attending any events, however, we had planned to travel to the village and I agreed to join them.
While in the village, we were to attend mass at a church close to the Family house, I was still angry and pissed, but I went.
A bishop was going to celebrate the mass, it was the feast day of the parish. Mass had juat begun, when I planned to leave but could not. I stayed for the opening prayer and just when the Gloria was to start, I left. My plan was to go home and lay down on my dad's bed; hoping his room was not locked. On my way out of the church, I saw my dad, sitting beside my older brother (who either looked like he saw him too or was shocked I was leaving that early). My dad looked at me and smiled, but I just continued. As I got outside, I saw him again. He was dressed in a matching shirt and trouser native, tucked in and this time with a plate of food in his hand. He proceesed to sit down where someone else was (who was also eating) so I watched. As he sat down, the man nudged him and he apologized with a nod and hand gesture (no words), I could not believe it.
I went and nudged him from behind, he smiled and did same. We were at it for about 3 times, when he started walking back into Church and I into my reality.
I miss you my guy.
