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SPOILS OF MY FATHER

Story ID:9839
Written by:Charles Micheaux (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:Micheaux Publishing
Story type:Fiction
Location:Richmond VA USA
Year:2014
Person:Chris Cross
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June 21, 2014
Greyhound Bus Station
Richmond, VA


Look at him...standing there frail and gray, my dad, 76 years old, and now, that my mother has passed away, I wonder what will become of my old man?

My dad once told me the Sun rose and set with mom.
God! How does one deal with the loss of a spouse after 50 years of marriage?

The loss of my mother is clearly a loss that cannot be weighed; I don't know how my dad will fare in the coming days and weeks without my mom.

I'm gonna have to take over the hardware store now... I guess, I'll move here in Richmond and give up my job at The Home Depot in Baltimore.

Dad probably never made more than $35,000 in one
year's time the whole time he and mom owned the hardware store.

Poor dad, still driving that 74' Volvo; I swear!
It's expensive being poor.
I remember when dad first bought that car, it was in 1980 the year I joined the Marines.

Look at him standing there... waiting for my bus to leave...I remember my first day of school.
I was maybe four or five years old and dad took me to school for the frist time.
I started to cry and rant and my dad bent down on one knee and he kissed me on the lip, then pulled out a bag of M&M candy and he told me Superman didn't cry on his first day of school.

I stopped crying.

"GOOD AFTERNOON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...THANK YOU FOR RIDING GREYHOUND,
WE WILL BE ARRIVING IN BALTIMORE AT 6:20 P.M.
NOW SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE RIDE...
AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR RIDING GREYHOUND."


Now. What is this?
What's inside this envelope dad's given me?
The old rascal! What the hell is this?

"Dear Chris:
I loved your mother more than you could ever know...she is the only woman I ever loved.
Now that Alice is gone, I don't expect to be here much longer.

Your mother made life wonderful and now without her here I'll be too lonely.
I hope God calls me home soon, so I can be with Alice again.

I have enclosed a check made out to you for $3.5 million dollars.

On August 28th 1963 I met Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. now, I did not know the man perse, but I met him by happenstance.

I had gone to the big Civil Rights rally in D.C. where Dr. King gave his 'I have A Dream' speech.
Well, I was standing not so far away from him and when he finished I asked him If I could get a copy of the speech.

Dr. King smiled at me and shook my hand and then, and then, HE gave ME the original speech he had in his hands...now over the years I have been offered over a million dollars for the speech.

Chris, son, I, I just could never sell the darn thing, I just didn't have the heart to part with it.

I sold the speech three days ago and so this check for $3.5 million dollars is yours.
Alice is no longer here and I don't need the money.

I sure do miss your mother.

Love
Dad."



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