I moved to the grave most familiar to me.
‘He was your dad’s dad. The person you respect most was raised by this man, and you never got to meet him.’
‘that’s not his story.’
‘He lived a short life, and his wife still lives.. with a broken heart. He left a lot of people, though, not just her. He left his sons, his daughters, his grandsons, his grand daughters.. and you. You never considered yourself attached to him, but you wish you could remember when all those pictures were taken so you would have some memories of him other than the ones you were told. You loved him though, you adored him, and you remember that much.. you just..’
‘STOP!’ I pushed him to the ground and kneeled over him. ‘you don’t know any of that! you don’t know his story! you don’t know anything!’
‘why is it every time I get close to knowing you, you push me away?’
‘you don’t know me, that’s why.’
‘I know more than you want. And that scares you.’