☩ Ben Krohn Hawkins ☩ (taravata) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-06-16 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network post, ben hawkins, illyana rasputina / magik |
They discharged me from the hospital. 'pparently my blood was of some concern. They sewed me up again and told me to come back after a few days. Ain't nothin' but a hassle.
I reckon some of us would be more appreciative of father's day if our fathers were alive, an active presence in our lives or appreciative of us.
I didn't know this a year ago, but my dad was Henry Scudder, former soldier during the Great War turned carny turned aimless drifter. Everybody who knew 'im had a few words to say 'bout him - some good, some bad. He left my ma because she done got crazy after I was born, but I ain't ever gonna wish he took me with him. He had his own troubles and consequences. Got to see some of the trouble he'd caused. Got dreams about his experiences in the war that left me terrified and trying to go without sleep. And then a man who calls himself a priest killed him, cuz' he was on the wrong side.
Shoulda done more, Scudder. I tried my best. Nightmares are still there. In a way, you're still here. And I only found one picture of when I gave you your youth back. Best thing I ever done.
Век живи́ -- век учи́сь.