when i got home from work, there was a big
package near my garage. i didn’t order anything so i thought it was for my
cousin or my mom. when i went to put it on the kitchen island, i looked at who
it was for. to my surprise, it was for me from mr. suitt. i brought it upstairs
and knew exactly what it was. it was a figure dono preordered summer of 2020.
mr. suitt said he was changing donovan’s sheets in his room downstairs. when he
came back in, the figure fell on the bed. he said that was a sign and that it
was dono telling him to send me that figure. we had a good conversation for
half an hour. mr. suitt told me his plans to buy hot rods now instead of muscle
cars. he also is renovating the house. it seems he’s living his best life,
which is all i can hope for. i miss dono so much. somedays when i think about
it, it’s still unreal. i’ve gotten used to not seeing him since i’ve moved to
boston, so when i touchdown in 919 i still think to call him out of habit,
hoping he’ll pick up but i know what awaits me on the other side of the line.
whether it’s for a while or even for a moment, there’s not a day that goes by
that i don’t think of him.
some days are harder than others, but a surprise package from fayetteville made today a bit easier.
-ratha, 10:03pm, 4.10.23