"I Like It Here" by Meghan Wilson

I Like it Here

I sit here and recall all of the details me and my family went through with my father’s plaque. I can remember the first time I saw it: I fell to my knees, for the first time realizing that he wasn’t coming back and I dusted it off until nothing else could touch it. I remember, it was a really windy day, and the grass had not filled in all the dry dirt places yet and so dirt kept piling on it. I got so upset that I just laid my wet face in the dirt, giving up, on top of my father’s name and just wept, forming a salty mud puddle with my tears. I couldn’t move, I never wanted to move again. I remember thinking, “Go ahead, let the rains come, let the earth shake, I don’t care, nothing will ever move me from this spot, I am here, with my father once again, and I am never leaving his side.” But I did, and I’ll go back, to lay my head on his stone, whisper secrets in his ear and ask for his guidance, because I told him I would never leave him, and I need him. So whisper to the ground I will, because that is where my father rests.