Old

His legs looked paper thin.

Really, they weren't much different than mine, because I was a thin kid, pale with veins glowing blue, a police siren that told the world I was alive. But where I was just taking root, he had grown big and beautiful until that was not enough and he began to shrivel. Old photographs are stunning because they show the before and after of things.

More than anything, I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to ask about being old and remind him of being young. I wanted to listen to a lifetime of memories.