Rusted tools left shattered across the shop floor; part of the roof peeled away. Memories of projects and tinkering hands, are now nothing more than mold creeping up the walls. He passed away slowly ignoring the signs. Fading away without a fight. I thought I knew him, but I guess I didn’t, no more than he knew himself. Each of us take little moments of history and digest them as best we can. Till the hands of time fade away the edges leaving them smooth to the touch.
I can’t fake my emotions; I loved him but was mad at him most of the time. I only had a few years to get to know him. But in those years who did I get to know. A man deep in thought with so many conflicting opinions. Or a man driven by a culture that never seemed to satisfy. Questions get locked beneath that slab of concrete, when the vault is finally lowered into the ground. So I’m left standing here, having to draw your own conclusions. On rather to fault the man for everything or just leave him alone.