The Wall

I was not ready to become the keeper of family history. I still almost call when something breaks or when I finally understand a joke they would have loved. People think adulthood prepares you for this and I want to ask them prepared in what sense. The voicemail is so short and still too heavy to keep in my pocket. The holidays are quieter in a way that sounds insulting. I still almost call when something breaks or when I finally understand a joke they would have loved.