116 Rhys
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Rhys
The funeral was quick but emotional. My mother was there next to me. All Dad’s work colleagues came, plus his friends and some neighbors. I barely understood what anyone was saying. I hadn’t slept for two days, and all I could do was stare at the coffin, which would soon be underground. I cried for the first time in years. And I understood that no matter what happened, the bonds that tied you to a person never broke. That stuck in my mind, even as we got home, I made my mother a cup of herbal tea, and she fell asleep on the couch.
I had spent half my life asking myself the same questions, looking for something, trying to fill in the void…
And it turned out everything was much simpler.
I went on thinking, sitting at the coffee table next to the model we hadn’t managed to finish. The afternoon sun shone through the window. I couldn’t think of anything else as I went on building it, piece by piece…