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Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen

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 Death is not the final word.
Without ears, my father still listens, still shrugs his shoulders whenever I ask a question he doesn't want to answer.
I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob, my hip leaning against the frame and ask him what does he think about the war in Iraq and how does he feel about his oldest daughter getting married to a man she met on the Internet.
Without eyes, my father still looks around.
He sees what I am trying to do, sees that I have grown less passive with his passing, understands my need for answers only he can provide.
I imagine him drawing a breath, sensing his lungs once again filling with air, his thoughts ballooning.
Originally published in The Rose & Thorn, Summer 2004.
Copyright © Lisa Zaran, 2004

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