History
"Do you remember when we were little and we had to raise our right
hands in court?"
It was this memory and wanting to know who my father was that
started me digging.
I dug up a time capsule buried more than 40 years before. A
time capsule filled with puzzle pieces to a horrific, twisted story.
Some of these puzzle pieces, I believe, were missing on purpose.
The attorney who buried the capsule was hired by my grandfather
following my father's death. He represented the minor child --
me.
I contacted him almost two years ago. It was as though he was
hearing from a ghost from 40 years past.
He was no help, didn't want anything to do with me.
I wonder why?