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Show ?n of his bloodline, one of his own. I glanced again at the woman beside me. Why would she want to intrudewhen her own father had been such a good man? Why would she i n t e r f e r e with the intimate atmosphere of reminiscence and the succor of a common past was when that was a l l we had left of our father? Would we have to share him now, making room for others even in his death? l O J-S-LU - J - . father's devotion to preserving family records? 7/here was the line.between belonging and not belonging? V/ere all who lived the Principle his daughters and had I, in monogamy, lost ay place to his household, his kingdom -- given it up to an interloper? If there was no family line, why bother with marriage, with race, with all the discriminations my father na- held so fiercely. L/asn't there some inalienable comfort m our shared blood, genes, lives? I took 3 deep breath. If they needed to stand and .sing as one of his daughter?,they should be allowed. If their identities v/ere too fragile to lay claim to their ov/n roots, then wa - who had inherited our father's strength and his ideals - would share our space and our spiritual banquets, ^or, like my father.- I had dreamed of a world where people love squally and open-handedly, where justice and mercy are one and the same. I had learned that love is stronger than spilled blood and more lasting than violated innocence. Love bonds •all daughters, all fathers, all brothers, all sons, mothers, and wives. I would share my father, yes I would share him once again. I would share him with the world and all heaven if need be. For life is joining, and death another kind of joining - to make way for more life. I "as reconciled. |
