Excerpt One, Chapter One
Dad took the pencil in his hand and stared blankly at the paper.
“Daddy, draw a clock face.”
“Mr. XXXXX, do you know how to draw a clock face?”
“I don’t never draw nothin’.” Dad said, shoving the paper back at the doctor.
“Okay, I’ll start it for you.” The doctor said, as he drew a circle on the paper, and slid the paper and pencil back across the table to Dad.
“You can do this, XXX.” XXXX said and I gave her a look that would wilt flowers. She stopped before saying anything else.
I put my hand on Dad’s arm, and gently said, “Daddy, it’s okay. This isn’t a pass/fail kind of test.”
I’m finding that as I begin to write the memories and feelings come flooding in and overwhelm me. I’ve decided that instead of my usual write-as-you-go style, I’m going to start writing down notes and points to plot on the timeline. For some reason, it’s important to me that I get things as they happened in order…..I mean exactly, and I’m working mostly from memory here. Dad’s girlfriend is nowhere to be found, but my sister is helping fill in some fo the gaps. I think she’s as excited about this project as I am.