In Disguise

I was looking on my disks for my old "Of My Spirit" story because I thought I could combine it with something I was working on today. I found this old story I'd written about Dad. The thing is, I don't even remember writing it – not one recollection.

I know Dad and I didn't have the best relationship for the last years of his life. It's a real mixture of emotions, my relationship with him. I never hated him, just couldn't understand some of his actions.

I don't know how this short-story will turn out. I've only scratched the surface, and I don't know how I will get through the emotions that will come up. Some people might ask why would subject myself to the pain and loss again. I think it could be good for me. It could help me resolve some of these longstanding issues. And who am I to deny my own feelings? I'm human, and feel. As difficult as these things are, I can't deny them.

Question from Six Feet Under, I think: "Why do people have to die?"

Answer: "To make life important."