Long Time Passing

Thirteen years ago, last night, Kyle took his fall. Still think of him every day. Still feel the impending overcast in the days and weeks leading up to the anniversary. As always there are many parts: Ky's birthday in April, the annual SFSU Commensa where we meet his scholarship awardee/s, his last visit home on Memorial Day, the 4th of July. The 5th at 7pm about the time of his fall. The call. The drive all night. When we finally spoke with Miranda. the blur of the next days. And tonight, 13 years ago when I could not say my final goodbye. Was is better for you that I was not there? My nagging regret, dearest son.