The Afterlife
I bought a costly German watch last year,
the year my father died. I told myself it
was to mark time—a way to remember before,
and now to live after. He would have never
purchased something like that for himself.
But he did dream of such beautiful things.
I know this because I am my father’s son.
A mutual friend of ours told me years ago,
“You write what your father dreams.”
He told me that in the time before, in the
days when my father’s eyes blazed brilliant
as the stark white indices on the black
face of a German wristwatch like the one
shackled to me now, here in the afterlife.
Beautiful, John. And inspiring, calling me back to something I knew well but let fade into the background of so much. I feel propelled forward in a way I thought was lost to me. Thank you for this, for capturing these thoughts and for sharing..
Lost both my folks this year, 42 days apart. Thankfully though their bodies rest, their souls are with Jesus. Your Dad would have smiled at this the way my Dad would have!
Beautiful, John. Thank you.
Breathtaking. Thank you.
“shackled to me now, here in the afterlife” ❤️
Such a wonderfully written observation and truth for many:-)
Beautiful! I love your post and the things inside your head that you share with us…