I was coming home from school and feeling good because I am doing a lot of art work right now, making some progress. I climb up my home tree and hear the phone ringing. I answered and a voice comes over the phone that I don't recognize...
"Is this Squerl N. Tuttle?"
Yes I say.
" Mr. Tuttle are you related to a Mr. Squerl N. Tuttle Senior?"
Yes I say -who is this?
"Mr. Tuttle we are contacting you to notify you of Mr. Tuttle Seniors death. " What? Who is this? This is the County Hospital. You can come down and claim Mr. Tuttle Seniors personal effects, we have some forms for you to fill out..."
How did he die? I say.
"It was a hemorrhage of the esophagus related to chronic alcoholism. We are sorry for your loss..."
The person on the phone said some more things that I can't remember right now. I haven't seen my dad in over ten years. I barely knew him and what I remember about him wasn't too good. I know my mom divorced him because of his drinking. He was only 41, and now he's dead. He made life miserable for Mom and me when he was around. I thought about calling my mom at her work but I don't want to upset her there. She works the graveyard shift at the paint factory and it's in a rough part of town. Better to let her come home when it's light out and give her the news then. I wonder how she will take it. Why can't I stop crying? -Squerl
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