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Two weeks ago, Dad was driving home when another car crossed into his lane.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

He never made it back.<\/p>\n

Some events remain impossible for your mind to accept even after your body has already begun living through them.<\/p>\n

Dad\u2019s shoes were still beside the garage door.<\/p>\n

His coffee mug remained in the cabinet.<\/p>\n

His jacket still hung from its hook.<\/p>\n

But he was gone.<\/p>\n

Mom and I were sorting through sympathy cards when the delivery arrived.<\/p>\n

The box was enormous.<\/p>\n

The driver left it on the porch and asked for my signature. At first, I almost told him he had the wrong house.<\/p>\n

Then I saw the label.<\/p>\n

GILBERT.<\/p>\n

Our address.<\/p>\n

Honolulu origin.<\/p>\n

It had been shipped three days before Dad\u2019s accident.<\/p>\n

There was no return address I recognized.<\/p>\n

I stared at it long enough for the driver to ask if everything was okay.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

I dragged the package inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

She entered the kitchen carrying a stack of condolence cards.<\/p>\n

Then she saw the box.<\/p>\n

The cards shifted in her hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did that come from?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHawaii.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes went straight to the shipping label.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave it, Annie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust leave it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, it\u2019s addressed to Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone sent this before the accident. They might be waiting to hear from him.\u201d<\/p>\n

She put the cards down.<\/p>\n

\u201cThrow it away.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you serious?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n

She crossed the kitchen and grabbed my wrist.<\/p>\n

\u201cThrow it away. Let\u2019s pretend it never came.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pulled free.<\/p>\n

Her reaction frightened me more than the package itself.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you know about this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing that matters now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt mattered to Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnnie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomebody in Hawaii mailed him something the size of a washing machine three days before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not a washing machine.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you do know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

I found a pair of scissors.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

I cut through the tape.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnnie, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened the cardboard flaps and pulled away layers of packing paper.<\/p>\n

Blue paint.<\/p>\n

Wood.<\/p>\n

For a second, I couldn\u2019t understand what I was seeing.<\/p>\n

Then I removed the remaining packing material.<\/p>\n

It was a chair.<\/p>\n

An old wooden kitchen chair painted blue.<\/p>\n

The paint had worn away around the edges. One leg had been repaired with a darker piece of wood, and a black mark scarred the bottom rung as if something hot had once touched it.<\/p>\n

I looked at Mom.<\/p>\n

She lowered herself into one of our kitchen chairs.<\/p>\n

Not the blue one.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n

She said nothing.<\/p>\n

I lifted the chair from the box and set it on the floor.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

It wobbled.<\/p>\n

Then I noticed scratches beneath the seat.<\/p>\n

I tipped it sideways.<\/p>\n

One word had been carved deeply into the wood in uneven letters.<\/p>\n

GILBERT.<\/p>\n

I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n

Dad\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t recent. The grooves had darkened with age.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad,\u201d I whispered, staring at the chair, \u201cwhat are we supposed to do with this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom began to cry.<\/p>\n

She pressed her fingertips to her eyes while I waited.<\/p>\n

Finally, she said, \u201cThat was his chair.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn Hawaii.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI figured that part out.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour father didn\u2019t grow up the way you think he did.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dad\u2019s childhood home had become unstable when he was a teenager.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Mom didn\u2019t know every detail.<\/p>\n

Dad hadn\u2019t told her everything either.<\/p>\n

But for several years, he lived with a foster family.<\/p>\n

It was a crowded house, with kids constantly coming and going, too many shoes by the door, and too many plates drying beside the sink.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that chair?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cKitchen table.\u201d Mom looked at it. \u201cThere weren\u2019t enough matching chairs. Gilbert got that blue one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy keep it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause it was his.\u201d<\/p>\n

The simplicity of her answer stopped me.<\/p>\n

Mom said Dad used to joke that the chair leaned as much as he did.<\/p>\n

Nobody officially assigned it to him.<\/p>\n

They simply began expecting him to sit there.<\/p>\n

Dinner came, and Dad had a place.<\/p>\n

Breakfast came, and he had a place.<\/p>\n

I thought about the photograph.<\/p>\n

I went to the drawer and pulled it out.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this them?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom nodded.<\/p>\n

For years, I\u2019d seen only a beach.<\/p>\n

Now I noticed the people gathered along the left edge.<\/p>\n

Teenagers.<\/p>\n

A woman beside the cooler.<\/p>\n

Someone crouched in the sand.<\/p>\n

Dad\u2019s thumb had worn the photograph smooth around those tiny figures.<\/p>\n

Not over the ocean.<\/p>\n

Over them.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wasn\u2019t looking at the beach,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Mom shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot usually.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dad left Hawaii at twenty when an opportunity opened on the mainland.<\/p>\n

Nobody forced him out.<\/p>\n

His foster family encouraged him to go.<\/p>\n

He expected to return.<\/p>\n

But one year became several.<\/p>\n

Oregon became a job.<\/p>\n

The job became a life.<\/p>\n

Then Mom.<\/p>\n

Then me.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why didn\u2019t he go back?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom looked toward the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt first, money.\u201d<\/p>\n

That made sense.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWork.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd after that?\u201d<\/p>\n

She went quiet.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe thought he\u2019d waited too long.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cToo long for what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo show his face.\u201d<\/p>\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were his family.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t use that word easily.\u201d Mom picked at the corner of a condolence card. \u201cThe longer he stayed away, the more embarrassed he became about staying away.\u201d<\/p>\n

It sounded ridiculous.<\/p>\n

It also sounded exactly like Dad.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere do you fit into this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe whole story. Dad told me I\u2019d understand you if I knew it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pushed her chair back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen we were first married, he compared everything to Hawaii.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRain. Fish. Coffee. Sunsets.\u201d<\/p>\n

Despite myself, I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds like Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was exhausting.\u201d<\/p>\n

My smile faded.<\/p>\n

Mom stared at her hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought every time he called Hawaii home, he was telling me this wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne night I told him if Hawaii was so perfect, maybe he should\u2019ve stayed there. That\u2019s when he told me about the foster home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom looked toward the blue chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d thought I was competing with beaches and palm trees.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice softened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI found out I was competing with the first place he\u2019d ever been sure dinner would include him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI apologized,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he forgive you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cImmediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you stopped him from going back?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her head snapped toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

The answer came so quickly that I believed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI spent years trying to get him to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

She suggested it when I was ten.<\/p>\n

Dad said they couldn\u2019t afford it.<\/p>\n

She suggested it after his promotion.<\/p>\n

He said work was too busy.<\/p>\n

She suggested Hawaii for their twenty-fifth anniversary.<\/p>\n

Dad said the people he\u2019d known were probably gone.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\u201cThey weren\u2019t,\u201d Mom said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChristmas cards.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey sent cards?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid Dad answer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why would he think they didn\u2019t want him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom gave a sad little shrug.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause every card reminded him how long it had been.\u201d<\/p>\n

One summer, she finally told him she\u2019d buy the ticket herself.<\/p>\n

Dad said, \u201cNext year.\u201d<\/p>\n

Next year became another decade.<\/p>\n

I looked at the chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho sent this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know who sent it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

She took a long time before answering.<\/p>\n

Then she said, \u201cI asked her to.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou arranged this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMonths ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe house was being cleared. I called one of the women your father grew up with. We still had her address from the Christmas cards.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd she still had his chair?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe laughed when I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018We still have the silly thing.’\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked down at the worn blue paint.<\/p>\n

Mom wiped her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought if he saw it here, maybe he\u2019d finally understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstand what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat he hadn\u2019t disappeared from them just because he\u2019d stayed away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her plan had been to put the chair at our kitchen table.<\/p>\n

Then ask Dad one more time.<\/p>\n

Go home.<\/p>\n

See them.<\/p>\n

Stop waiting for some imaginary year when returning would finally become easier.<\/p>\n

The chair had been shipped three days before the accident.<\/p>\n

Dad never knew it was coming.<\/p>\n

I looked at Mom.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why did you tell me to throw it away?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her face crumpled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause he was supposed to sit in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n

The delivery label was still attached to the torn cardboard.<\/p>\n

Below the shipping information was a contact number.<\/p>\n

Hawaii.<\/p>\n

I reached for my phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnnie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone there thinks Dad just got his chair back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes moved toward the number.<\/p>\n

I dialed.<\/p>\n

It rang four times before an older woman answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at Dad\u2019s name carved beneath the blue seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Annie.\u201d My voice nearly failed me. \u201cI\u2019m Gilbert\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a long silence.<\/p>\n

Then the woman whispered, \u201cGilbert had a daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment, I couldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman gave a shaky laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe never told us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t tell me about you either.\u201d<\/p>\n

That silenced both of us.<\/p>\n

Her name was Ruth. She had been fifteen when Dad arrived at the foster home.<\/p>\n

She began asking about him carefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he still cheat at cards?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he still hate papaya?\u201d<\/p>\n

Apparently, he\u2019d lied to me about liking it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he whistle when he was nervous?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Mom.<\/p>\n

She nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ruth laughed.<\/p>\n

These weren\u2019t stories about some secret version of my father.<\/p>\n

They were simply Dad.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you keep his chair?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause it was Gilbert\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor fifty years?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPeople used it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sounded surprised by the question.<\/p>\n

\u201cKids sat in it. Somebody broke its leg once. We fixed it. But whenever anyone wanted to throw it out, Mom said, \u2018No. That\u2019s Gilbert\u2019s chair.’\u201d<\/strong><\/h1>\n

I touched the worn blue backrest.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad thought he\u2019d stayed away too long.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cToo long for what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo come back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ruth went silent.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Then she said, \u201cNobody told him that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom covered her mouth.<\/p>\n

She leaned closer to my phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cRuth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWere you angry with him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

Ruth continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cI still would\u2019ve picked him up at the airport.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

After the call, Mom and I sat beside the blue chair for a long time.<\/p>\n

A week later, I took it to my apartment.<\/p>\n

Mom objected immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnnie, that\u2019s your father\u2019s chair.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

I placed it at my kitchen table.<\/p>\n

The following Sunday, Mom came over for coffee.<\/p>\n

She stopped when she saw me sitting in it.<\/p>\n

For a moment, I thought she\u2019d ask me to get up.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Instead, she sat across from me.<\/p>\n

Dad\u2019s faded photograph lay between us.<\/p>\n

Mom turned it around and pointed to the woman beside the cooler.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the woman who raised him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I studied the tiny figure.<\/p>\n

The blue chair shifted beneath me, tapping unevenly against the floor.<\/p>\n

Mom glanced down.<\/p>\n

\u201cStill does that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pushed the sugar bowl toward me.<\/p>\n

Outside, Oregon rain streaked the window.<\/p>\n

I stayed in Dad\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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