The day my father passed was the worst moment of my life. Not just because he’s gone, oh no I could heal that scar just like anyone else.

No, it’s because I just don’t remember how. You see, when he passed on, I was young, I think four years old. But past that I can recall only sounds. A deafening scream, the blow of someone’s breath, the cries of so many others. Now I know what you will say. The most obvious solution. “Ask your mother.” Right?

That would be great advice, really it would, but she doesn’t remember either! So I lay in my bed…I’m seven now and I just realized I never told you my name.

I’m so sorry, it’s Damian. Damian Locke. Nice to meet you.

Anyways, I hope I can figure this conundrum out soon because I’m going mad with grief. Shouldn’t you know how someone close to you passed away? Especially a parent?

“Damian! Breakfast!” My mom calls. I forgot about that. I got school today. Great. Just great.