Chapter 10
I finished off the peanut butter cookies with a second glass of milk. I sat in my father’s favored chair by the TV, leaning back in reclining mode, staring up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling every time a set of headlights passed the house, remembering a moment between my father and me, years ago.
Watching pay-per-view wrestling and eating TV dinners, my dad and I had camped out in the living for three hours, eight to eleven, consuming every head butt, body slam, and clothesline.
Recollecting my father’s unbridled enthusiasm while spending time with me, watching our favorite “sport,” yelling back at the TV, rooting for our favorite wrestling personality, conveyed a sense of inseparability for me. Family was the most important thing. My dad was my mentor, my best frie
