Sunday, Bloody Sunday

[michikonogami]

It hit midnight and I cried to the thought of you. "Alligator tears," he called them. So numb is the sadness that it does not will a reaction, only tears. The familiarity of the somber memories came and left, and I did not question why.

I awoke this morning to find that today is your day-- one of many. Happy Father's Day, Appa.