Today was my last day of working with my dad as a laborer in his construction company. Possibly, forever.
No more exposure to toxic chemicals,
no more going home feeling like a burnt pop-tart,
no more feeling like a six-year old when I get yelled at for not knowing the right concrete/water solution ratio,
no more prosciutto, mozzarella, and olive spread sandwiches,
no more looking at a completed project, saying, “I did that”,
no more awful dad jokes, which made them glorious,
no more stories on the commute that have been trapped inside for years, letting out a little light I never knew about.
I hope to anthologize all of these stories some day. Just give me a minute……I’m a little beat.