I used to know this girl who was a few years older than me. When she was 17 she went behind her mother’s back and went looking for her father who she’d never met. She found him, cities away, in a trailer park.
A drunk, he had multiple tumors on his liver. Months later, he went in to surgery after drinking all night. Days later, after multiple blood transfusions because of all of the blood he lost in an unsuccessful surgery, his liver shut down, and he died.
Sometimes people leave our lives for a reason. And sometimes it’s not our place to go challenging fate.
