Echoes of The Heart

My father died at the age of 53 of a massive heart attack. This was my first fixed point in time. I came home and my mother was crying in the living room of our modest apartment. At 13 I had no idea what was about to come. Adults don't die in the early 50s or 40s that sort of realistic view of the world doesn't hit a 13 year old right away. This changed our lives forever my family wasn't in the best terms at that point in time. Two of my brothers decided to live with my father as I stayed back. Over the years this brought a division within our family. It was like my brothers went to the fight with General Lee and join the Confederate Army and I said fuck them "the Union forever death to the traitors". The decision was more visceral than family feelings, this was about ideologies of who was the better parent. Needless to say it took about 20 years for my brothers and I to make peace. At the end none of us were right and we wasted so much time on what was and ...