Sometimes I think about
my godfather and how I miss
him. But the only memories
I can remember is of him putting 100
dollar bills in my 3 year old hands
because the 1990s economy was good
to him and he was very flashy
(and according to my mom, annoying.
But with good intentions.)
Have you seen him? I haven’t. Hard times
hit and he was supposed to report to court the week
Hurricane Katrina touched down, but ended up
as a character in a too-bizarre-to-be-true
tale (even for the circumstances of the time)
that ended with “he fell out of a rescue boat
and drowned.” It was a coincidence,
so no one believed it (naturally, no one believes him.
Most likely, he is the first person to benefit
from a natural disaster. Evading law, he is living
under another name in Mississippi to escape
his earlier mistakes and start a new life…
we think. When people say it, it starts with
“A friend of a friend told me…” or
“I heard from someone…”
He was the (most) stable connection
to my father. We think he’s alive.
I haven’t heard from him since I was 16,
so he is now a legend. That, at least, is true.
Nowadays, younger children only know him
as a myth from far, far away, when we
speak of him as tall tales and eccentric habits:
the only item he left behind.