Reflections: There are Monsters in my Closet (Part 6/6)

I'll spare you the details, the next few days were a blur.

He was cremated and there was a nice memorial. He wasn't a perfect father by any means, but the loss was still felt all the same. There were regrets, many words left unspoken. We took some time to pick up the pieces and eventually take an accounting of how we would move forward, what changes would be made.

The monsters.

We had so many, it was almost absurd. We eventually made the decision to let them go. Well, most of them anyway.

I couldn't bring myself to part with mine.

It was part of the legacy he had given me. I even kept a few of his, don't ask me why.

For now, they stay in the closet. Part of me is still conflicted about them and I know how dangerous they can be. And yet... looking at the state of the world, the increasing uncertainty of everything...

What if he was at least partly right?

What if I eventually need them to protect my family?

I hope my monsters know nothing but slumber for the rest of their lives.